The red soil was flowing like water of the gestures of cries, folk of crow waiting for its turn to hunt, yet no help, helpless and hopeless faces, the laughs of hunters, they hunted the soul and let the carcasses turn into what it was made up of. The fire was rapidly eating one by one, one after one houses of poors. The dark was coming as the light was going dim eventually. Roars of the monsters giving goosebumps to the dead, the cart of sorrows was taking an unusual load of worthless hollow corpses, out of time, out of chances, out of what's unreachable, out of words, out of ways, out of land, out of sky, out of day, out of night, out of life into the death.
Yeah, another war of greed for power. Another sun was setting in the west. And I was watching it all because this is all I can do for mortality…?
Define me how people grow their thoughts from the inch of
A lonely night, a night of sweet nightmares. And an apple which is turning red, may be blushing. I was lying yesterday, that kid was never out of my reach. I lied that I left him somewhere inadvertently, but it was intentional. Yet, you are not surprised… By the way I'm concerned about my health, and apples are a good thing to eat here on this planet. (Ard and Earth are similar planets but not exactly, because the author has changed its name, and also people of Ard are blessed with some annoying powers). But Ardians are good people, it's my way to compliment them that they are the dumbest, fools who believe anyone without any reason… No confirmations, no cross checking… Oh ~ you're kind to me and you're not lying (this is what they feel) I can believe in you… Wait! Seriously? But they are very h
At first I thought it would be my greatest decision to create something visible and expressible but I wasn't wrong though. I mean, I created a human with nothing but a physical body and a driver called soul. And they gave me good entertainment, with the decisions and arguments of their brain and heart. Their meaningless lust is what I love the most. And it is one of those qualities in them which is just irreplaceable and undying either.Ma'la, who has an ambition now and is determined to get his greatest destiny because he believes he is chosen, he is the greatest, and everything is for him to conquer. He can sense the future of his next actions. He is very optimistic but he never falls for the illusion of fake realities and the fake rewards of what society, this world offers after every path. The war for the glory, power, money, honor, and the title of being great, all these things doesn't matter when life, the soul betrays. It is nature, it is my management and arrangement for e
The experiment is what we do before knowing the actual result. Well, it's human nature that makes us do such things without being sure. What is an experiment is actually all about? When an idea comes to our mind we think a lot before applying it but it makes more sense when the idea is interesting and exciting. Thus, we give it a try. After the experiment or in the middle of the experiment, we expect. Now the question is, an 'expectation' is? The experiment is what you want to do or you're doing at the time but expectations are the opposite of your experiment because it can be anything. Possibly, your experiment has met your expectations but will you be satisfied. I do not think, because it cannot be. Then, what will you do to be satisfied? Until you
It all started with a scream! Oh... Sorry? Not a scream, It was an ice-cream. I guess. (I know you are thinking how stupid this narrator is, but believe me... I'm the best you've ever experienced). Before killing any innocent bastard, I wanna clear 3 Things... Number 1 - This world is not Earth. This is "ARD." And the people are 'Ardians.' Number 2 - In this world there is only country name "The Kiiing's Empire" every other place of the ard is part of this empire. Number 3 - The first conqueror of the Ard who named the empire after him is the real reason why everything is abnormal in this world... (He was real shit).
In the previous chapter, officer Walls gets a note written by professor Jean... Crushed-stained by blood, he opened it and started to read. It was a suicide note in which Jean had written the cause of his death- 17th of Feb, 1722 'I' Dr. Jean Sharp Nicole, Assistant Professor of Psychology in the Kiiing's university's 12A Block building, Age-21. I'm writing this letter in my senses. If you get this letter then it means I'm dead already and you found my dead body in the backyard hanging like a wet cloth. Last week our VC was mad at me, surprisingly our VC was jealous of me-maybe because of my early success in this field. On the day, when we were fighting-he said to me with rude behaviour, 'This place is not for anyone-anyone like you? From the east, what do you think, what this university
I know you guys missed me a lot, I'm your Master Narrator. Without me, you will be lost in the sea of Ard. Hmm, I do not want to say it twice but... I'm the best you got...! Let's start the story from the last conversation between Clark and Patrick. Ahm, I guess they were talking about the First King (King Ma'la) Ummm..... Okay, fine! Clark was worried after reading a file in the headquarters and he contacted Patrick, he tried to tell him about his problem but all the time he was making it typical to understand. "Sir, why don't you just say it straight on my face like you usually do?" 'Long ago, when I was young like you. I faced someone... someone crazy, mad about experiments, totally a psycho.
As you know, some bastards have pain in their butts and then there's this person who uploaded the whole conversation of these two fools on the internet, but he should respect someone's privacy and even refer to an officer who's working daily for these trouble-makers. Thus, the news is breaking billboards and people are breaking their own properties (the property which was built by the government for the people, I mean the public property) ard's citizens are the people of the future they can possibly announce results before the event starts itself. The news rapidly spread in the whole empire and the president is mad at the whole department of crime that they cannot even hide the secrets from the people. So how can they catch the actual culprit? Somehow Deck convinced him and now the department has only three days to solv
Tik-tik-tik, the sound of the wall clock is irritating not just Clark but everyone in the room, with a cold voice Deck asked, "What you got?" Clark stared at him and smirked like an idiot, 'Even I do not know?' "You know na, we don't have much time? We are at the edge of the sword of the president." 'You're thinking about one thing and it's death which is making you mean Deck!' He turned his face and said, "You think I'm afraid, you think I am scared of death? I never expected it from you, Clark!" Clark shouted at him, 'then what the hell you are expecting from me, as I said, I don't know anything... And now it seems like I'm fuckin forgetting myself? You think I'm just passing my time like I don't care but my friend. Oh sorry, Chief! Deck Volt, I do care, that's why I'm waiting for the sake of a Poet?' "Who? Did you just say a poet?" Patrick asked. 'There's