HasH
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MatureOngoing
Last published Mon, Jul 22, 2013
"Life is a tragic thing, if it’s a thing to call in the first place. We shout with our fist close, held up, for justice, but you won’t get any actually.
...there is no such thing as a fair fight. There’s no such thing as justice. It’s a false hope. False hope is more in reality than justice.
And how about love? Love is for those who have soul. I have no soul.
Music is different though. It’s a medicine. Music is like killing. It gives satisfaction in this unjustifiable world.
Music heals. Like killing… Now that’s poetic justice.
But not justice in its pure state."
(Excerpt from the story HasH)
Hash is a story of a girl who took up arms, and blended it with music, to fight not for what she believes as right, nor for justice, but for the sake of passion...
Follow our heroine in this fast paced story.
"HasH."
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