An unnamed character from my imagined work of fiction conversed with me
“I don’t want to be a part of your impending novel”
“Why is that so?”
“I feel as if I already know what my lifes going to be like”
“Isnt that a good feeling?”
“Elsewhere, maybe. Coming from you, I would rather be dead”
That’s when I decided to kill the fucker.
But somehow, it felt as if the fucker had the last laugh.
T.h.e E.n.d
1 comment:
Yes
you create and you kill,till creation seems a joke,and I look like a lunatic,neither respected nor worshiped Brahma chanting the Vedas in redemption!
Don't give up though,:)
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