#18 Murder


( Cliché

Clichés become clichés for a reason. Tell us about the last time a bird in the hand was worth two in the bush for you.)

Fiction:

Please say something other than murdering them.

Let’s murder them.

Oh god it was always like that. No other solution gave a permanent answer to the problem.Its not as if it would be the first time. It would definitely be the last time. Murder was perfect.

It was cliché too.

Gangsters like him always did that. When a cop interfered too much. When a politician asked for too much share in the profit. When a neighboring gang tried to enter their turf. Murder and dispose the body. Simple. Bloody. Efficient.

But now he wanted to try something else. Threatening would do no good. He learned it long time ago, you push people they will would event I all push back. And he would have to murder them to get them out of the way.

This time he wanted more than a temporary state of power. He wanted actual control. No one should try to lay a finger on him.

So he became one of the powerful. He became a politician himself. And then hr would make sure that all the other people are his friends. Not his foes.

He wouldn’t threaten. He wouldn’t murder. He wouldn’t coerce. He will persuade. He will make the commissioners and gang leaders his accomplice.

It would be a long time before this control is established. A long time before peace can be achieved. But he was willing to wait. Willing to try.

If nothing else, then there’s always murder.

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#17 Like The Character


Fiction:

The thing about novels is that they are full of characters. And the central character, the one who you root for, one whose love stories swell your heart and one whose death leaves you depraved is mostly one you can identify with.

All the central characters are like that. They always make the reader relate to them. Their habits, likes and dislikes always coincide with reader’s.

And that is what makes them likeable.

This has always been what the John’s mentor had taught him. Want to make the reader engrossed, make the character as ordinary as possible and then cover that familiarity with layers upon layers of pretentiousness.

And the reader will love the guy. But John decided not to take that route. He wanted something new and something unseen.

So he wrote his novel in unorthodox fashion. But by the time over months he wrote the novel, he changed. His friends first cheered his dedication to the novel, then pitied him as writing made him weaker. Eventually they despised him as he changed over time.

He became the character he wrote. He became a hater of the world. He became the murderer he wrote.

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