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. — 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.”
“Only she could bring a ruddy autumn smile to my teary-eyed face, no one else, especially not my father.”
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“” he laughed, “Let the love from your heart be one with the wind, clear off any ounce of hate and anger inside of you.”
“” the Queen laughed maniacally, “Pathetic, this is why you will never own anything.”
“Funny it is how agony creeps into the veins of man and turns all the love in him into poison.”
“‘Unfortunately,’ Shehzil smiled, ‘but don’t worry too much Mirza, I’ll be back to kicking your ass with my case record soon enough.”
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