Only she could bring a ruddy autumn smile to my teary-eyed face, no one else, especially not my father. — Ahsan Yousaf, The Hours of the Devil Copy Share WhatsApp
by Ahsan Yousaf
Tragedy · 25 pages
“With the pills, I was in Prozonia; a sickly and impalpable greyness and without them, I was buffeting inside the sound waves of a cacophonous melody.”
“The memory brought a tepid smile to my face, only managing to lift the upper left corner of my lips that had blackened due to excessive intake of medication.”
A writer who holds a firm conviction that everyone has a wealth of emotional reserve that’s begging to be mined and inked.
“My buddies and the waiter who happened to be serving us at that time found my claims immensely amusing.”
“” the Queen laughed maniacally, “Pathetic, this is why you will never own anything.”
“The boy and his dog laid dead in the woods and would be found nine hours later by a morning jogger who thought he smelled something funny.”
“Luckily, it always concluded with laughter, or at least it did in the first few months.”
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