I woke up in the middle of night startled. It was a thunderstorm. All I could think of is who killed Jack. I suddenly remembered he quoted Nietzsche weeks ago.
He had said “Of all that is written, I love only what a person has written with his own blood.”
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Thursday, September 24, 2009
Friday, September 18, 2009
Scarlet Love
DailyLit is having 50 word mini-crime-noir challenge. My first attempt with meek masala story.
Scarlet Love
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It was so swift and surreal that he wasn't aware of the blood drenched shirt. But he knew in his heart that, betrayal had to end. He could hear the sirens coming for him. Only reason he lived was no more. One deep breath and he jumped into the darkness.
Scarlet Love
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It was so swift and surreal that he wasn't aware of the blood drenched shirt. But he knew in his heart that, betrayal had to end. He could hear the sirens coming for him. Only reason he lived was no more. One deep breath and he jumped into the darkness.
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