G was sitting on the door steps of an ostentatious house in brown study with a leather knapsack. He used to be a vegan.
It was dusk... or dawn, nobody could tell anyway. How can they? After all they were all dead and long gone.
Finally G stood up and a hissing sound followed him. Soon the big, opulent house engulfed in a frenzy fire. It used to be a house of a rich father not his though, but he liked enacting roles very much. This is the only game he enjoyed the most in the world of which we know as of now.
P.S: Read it again while listening to Coldplay's Rush of blood to the head.
It was dusk... or dawn, nobody could tell anyway. How can they? After all they were all dead and long gone.
Finally G stood up and a hissing sound followed him. Soon the big, opulent house engulfed in a frenzy fire. It used to be a house of a rich father not his though, but he liked enacting roles very much. This is the only game he enjoyed the most in the world of which we know as of now.
P.S: Read it again while listening to Coldplay's Rush of blood to the head.
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