It began as a part of
exploration, invading into an unknown territory. Striking off one more fancy
that he had dreamed off.On that deserted night, he wandered for hours before
uncovering a pitch-dark corner, marginally irradiated.
His anxious feet abruptly paused
there, to commence the long awaited ordeal. With pulsating heartbeats he lit
the DEMON an ally handed him. Inhaling a never ending dependency on drugs,
giving complete control of self to the enslavement.
With inflamed eyes he looked at the manifestation that stood in front of him. Even his clone dreaded his appearance. He dressed every day for a celebration called homicide. Mayhem is where he belonged. His Fate was to inflict pain where ever he walked, in fact he breaded on it. Hatred for the human race was just, because he was badly broken once.
It had been a few weeks since Mason and Cora moved into their new house. After a couple of stressful days and struggle, they were finally settling in the new house. Things were looking better and comfortable for them. It was a lavish apartment, which had a spacious living room, 2 bedrooms, and a lovely balcony. The couple had really made the house look exquisite and elegant. However, Oliver seemed a little unhappy in there. He wouldn’t play the way he used to. His in-house activities had gone down drastically. He started spending a major part of his day sitting near the window, gazing aimlessly at the expanse ahead of him. That way Oliver was a smart, playful and notorious boxer Mason had got for himself. The newlyweds, though, were too busy juggling work and their new home. Hence, their unintended neglect was understood. However, there was a pact that Mason and Oliver had made that Mason will take Oliver out for a drive followed by walk on the weekends. Oliver use...
Her tender eyes witnessed the house fall apart at an early age. “Family” was just a mere word that she used to address her biological parents. Happiness never knocked at her door. Crimson’s wonder year’s dint seem like that of a normal child. Innocence died way too early on her face. Crimson had grown up to be wiser and wickeder amongst her peer group, having a strange perception towards the journey called life. There came a juncture, where she fell in love with her adversities. By then, Crimson was firm to give it back to the universe. With evil desires, she embraced the venom that came her way. Should the urge to kill the loneliness be blamed or the temptation be rewarded with ruthless and merciless deception. The hunger I saw in her eyes had no match with the deep dead ocean. Let the vicious game begin!!
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