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Knife Vs. Revolver

Two men, back-to-back against each other. Two sets of heartbeats, not in sync. One was flushing in confidence and determination, another palpitating in fear and having a skeptical foresight of losing the match, maybe losing his life too. One vast... Continue Reading →

Slow, Cruel.

A knife was in me, the cold metallic sharpness was right next to my heart, just above the pulmonary veins. I was catching my breath, laying prostrate, looking into the ceiling would not work, I had to do something. My... Continue Reading →

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