Bad-ass-person

I turned my head towards the bed side table. I opened my eyes and stared at the clock that laid comfortably on the table. It's 7:50 and school starts at 8… I jumped out of bed in a flash. I was late! Oh God! I was late! I had to hurry because being late in the jungle called school meant instant death, and I would not fall. I made it on time. As soon as I entered the building I rushed to my class only to make it there the moment the teacher was opening the door, a minute late and this could have been ugly. This was made plausible because of good preparation from the previous night, skipping breakfast and the fact that the school was so c

Standing at the edge of the bell tower of the church, I stared into the endless horizon, and thought about my life. Did it have any good moments? It's hard to recall. Did I have any real friends? I don't think so. What's the purpose of my existence? That's hard to say, but I was mainly a boxing bag. My mother died at my birth. My dad said he loved her. What a shame he didn't love me too. But maybe he did, but he has too drunk to say that, or maybe just too tired after punching me for the hundredth time on that day. I don't blame him for beating me, I took away mum. It was my fault that she died, I killed her. I was a bad son for them. Schoo

I have had a lot of masters in my endless life. A different master meant a different journey. Each one of them was different but all of them were special. I had a lot of masters, and I've been on a lot of trips but no one could compare to him, my young master, I was sad that he would have the same fate as the others but I was happy that such a delicious soul would be mine. My master summoned me at the very verge of his life. His house was burned down and his parents were assassinated and he was a breath away from meeting Hades. I could make his dreams come true; anything he wished for could be his, my young master's. He desired revenge more

It was a hot sunny day; the perfect day for a trip. That was how the weather was when I left my house this morning to go on a trip across the country. Now I am stack in a dark spooky forest in my car with an empty fuel tank and a mobile phone without reception. What idiot could have forgotten to fill the fuel tank of his car when he left his house to go on a trip? That idiot is me. Could the things get any worse? That instant moment I said that a lightning sliced through the dark night, and heard a big boom and then drops hitting forcefully on my car's roof. Rain. Perfect! I decided to take a nap and until the sun would come out in the morni

It had been ages since I saw him for the last time. He ensured me that he would be done really fast. No more than two to three day. There had been 2 weeks since then. No one saw him. He disappeared. This was not like him. Something was going on. That was what I was trying to find out sitting in my small, dark office, listening to the wild drumming of the tiny raindrop on my office's single window. I had a sick feeling about this. But it was late and I was falling asleep. Drin!!!! Drin!!!!! What was that and what time is it? Three in the morning! I only managed to sleep for 2 hours. It took me another 30 seconds after I had this conversation