Vendredi, le 29 février 2008

The perpetrator was diminished in his vanity as he looked at himself in the mirror. He picked up his glass, where the remains of his Vodka savored the contours of the goblet. With a whish of his arm, he threw the glass with full force and shattered the mirror. He smiled as he looked at his uncultured appearance reflected in the thousand broken pieces of glass. “Fuck the world!” he cried out loud, and smiled again.

And then, he walked out of his apartment, and started running. He ran fast and the wind gushed at the blood on his face.
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Swaying away the thousand sounds that were screaming inside his head, he kept on delivering his speech and enthralled his audience with his magnetic presence.
He picked up the glass of water that lay on the pedestal, and sipped three gorges of water.
The silence in the auditorium in these few seconds were deafening to his ears.

He couldn’t sustain this silence.

He lost consciousness and fainted.
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The ant swam in a minute puddle of wine, slowly drowning in drunkenness. She picked up a tiny piece of paper and helped the ant out of the puddle and gently placed it on the table. The ant struggled for a while, but fought for survival and seemed to try and breathe back life into itself.

She placed a few crumbs of sugar on the table. The ant walked towards them, picked up one and went in quest of its brothers.

She joined the discussion back at the table.