BLACK DIAMOND
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Last published Fri, Oct 20, 2023
"There is no calamity greater than lavish desires. There is no greater guilt than discontentment. And there is no greater disaster than greed." - LAO TZU
Humans tend to do inhumane things in the name of power. Our thirst for power would never be quenched ever by us. I wonder why our species who is presumably the most intelligent being on earth kill each other ,when we could forge something unique by staying together. Its just like coal which is insignificant but considered valuable for the power industries and is named as BLACK DIAMOND.
But my story is not about some brittle , fragile coal but about the chase of the drug called MONEY and the brutality done along the way in the desire of attaining it and the stories of the town also named BLACK DIAMOND which face the ramifications of those actions.
Every story got a hero to remind us that things are not totally fucked up , and in mine its chief inspector Alfred Scow who embark upon an adventure of uncovering the truth of the cases he is given and to grant justice to the poor, needy people of the town.
Will he succeed on his quest for justice or will he travel on a road which would lead to his downfall?
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EXCERPT:
The wind outside acted as a silent accomplice in the chilling narrative , creating a suspenseful and eerie atmosphere .I reached for my favorite cigar, brought it closer to my lips and drew the tip of the cigar closer to the flame. The ember ignited with a seductive hiss and I inhaled a puff with that a fragrant smoke swirled around me.
And in that moment I knew I WAS BACK IN GAME!!
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