Less Than Ordinary
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Last published Wed, Apr 1, 2020
what gives you more pleasure Journey or Destination ......
A journey is wholesome of happiness sadness adventure and memories....
you find many ups and downs in between your journey but the desire of reaching to your destiny gives you strength so that at the end of the day when you have reached your destination you can rest in peace and can enjoy all the memories which your journey has given you.
The night was gloomy full of sorrow and I was enjoying it. I was happy because sadness is the only thing which gives me happiness... I mean other's sadness.
He was crying begging for my mercy ,blood was running from his head I could see he was getting unconscious but I wanted him to cry more I wasn't satisfied yet so I picked my knife and started pealing his hand's skin so I could hear some good music and I was right , he screamed really loud but I wanted more so I repeated my action few more times after I was satisfied I picked petrol container and pour it all over him and light the lighter .
Hello everyone this is my first book and English is not my first language.
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