By Firdaus Parvez
“It all started with the candle flame,” I said truthfully.
He frowned at that.
“Before I stabbed him, I used to cut myself and watch the blood flow—I liked it!” I explained.
He was still frowning.
“Before even that, I used to pinch myself to check the level of my pain endurance.”
Deeper frown.
“Before that, I sewed my initials on my hand with needle and thread.”
Frown.
“Much before that, I used to move my finger through the candle flame until it was black, and hurt.”
The idiot lawyer was still frowning—his pen would make a good weapon!
I liked this piece – great tone to it.
Thankyou!
best part about your writing baji is tat u use the simplest words to describe the most difficult feelings. hats off..!
Thanks alot Bro. You are too kind.
I have not stopped liking not just what, but HOW you ink!
It’s so good to hear that. Thankyou so very much.
A fantastic story Firdaus! X
Thankyou my friend. XX
Yip, you had me engaged from the first sentence. Well done lady.
Thankyou Ida. I’m glad you liked it.
amazing really
What a great story! I only wish it didn’t end so soon.