Loveless Fascinations

into the eyes of the killers. I found nothing but vengeance. My surviving instincts unmasked their ruthless spirits. I captured the

t. We echoed our voices for mercies before the intimidators. It empowered their

r death

rayings of bullets, I died. The warzone sounds in the largest living room vanished. A drop of a pin co

eturn. I laid my sweaty face on the floors. The cold cooled my wet merciful face. My soul burned with vengeance and my spirits turned weak! I smashed my palms against the bl

my standing height and threw m

thought I never understood. I stood my ground regardle

until the tallest one shot me without looking back at me. I slumped and withheld my pains to myself without gr

aside from the rest. Why? Why did he aim his revolver without turning his back? What accurate spirits in him targ

my head. My gloomy eyes birthed waters of bitterness from my dark sight organs. My flowing tears grew from the corner of my eyes, t

dly incident fed my ambitions but starved the hatred spirits in me. I never stopped wondering about this; 'Why did I love the world despite the o

on their hands. I sat on the swivel chair on the two-step podium off their sitting levels. The interviewer faced me. He backed the other five folks that line

eyes off the papers, “you overlooked that. You gave

he medium-sized braid strands that hung down my left eye. “W

terview, keeping those lines on rewind. I felt no vengeance spirits in the second words but the first … They sounded violent-friendly. Who else heard this and replayed this? My mind knew no

the steering wheel

ises. The ones my eyes stumbled upon read; ‘We Want You’, ‘You Have Our Support’. Considering the bunch of fellas that approached my r

ing no po

o exist. Did anyone announce me recently? I sank my eyes and clenched my eyeballs before them. I dumped my ass on the bonnet. I scrolled through my smartphone and found

ed to myself. “I’ll co

th disregard and contempt. The rules were followed strictly with no compromise of political or economic status. I hated vi

an occasion for negoti

reed in

nicated to you later

oth driver-friendly roads as my driver zoomed down the lane. I landed in my bedroom, standing

nd some occurred to life. The latter part made me who I am today. I made plans and they keep falling in place. The whole elements of the universe cooperated to work my targets into existence. However, a par

is based on this.” I paused and examined my writings. I accidentally composed some poetry lines. Who needs to see this other than the one my heart was made for? I

needed here.” I crossed my treasured

time he would come. I widened my eyes and glanced at my crafted poet

bounced back to the tip of my diary. “Me. No one else. ‘When words fail, feelings would

existed here? Not 'She' existed here? I controlled life. Therefore, I expect my thoughts to flow with the universe’s elements that obeyed my destined plans. I leapt out of bed towards the

writings. “I was right

parents’ ugly past? How long would I keep the intruder’s secrets in my most sacred room? I widened

ugh my scalps, “these cooling winds of comf

could have happened in my so-called secured room. As a rule in the world of crimes, even the smartest criminals do leave clues behind. I neared my bedside window and I noticed the hair

my type. “I love tall men.

iator could be a woman. Am I crushing on someone of the same sex as me? Would this change my sexuality if

ind pure love in someone who had the same sex with me? Would I hide my relationship status from the ones who watch me? No matter how hard I tr

ain. Did Mike intentionally ask those q

f after reminiscing on my counterintuitive experiences with my enemies. The world was against me but the universe fought for me somehow. Someway, all I perceived are victories

off the skintight mask on my face. “Mike