Darkness stretched its arm to the corners of the room. No light was allowed to exist in their presence. It was so dark, that they literally breathe the darkness. They sit on two separate couches, side by side.

Stiff. Still. Silent.

For the next ten minutes, they exchanged not a single word, and only the sound of their breaths polluted the silence.

Not a single time, did they exchange glances.

"Time?" One burst the rhythmic breathing. The sound of a single syllabus sounded so...so frightening, in the midst of still breathing.

A long pause punctuate the following minute, before the other one spoke up.

"Time is defined as

an instance or single occasion for some event; "This time he broke the rhythm.";

a period of time considered as a resource under your control and sufficient to accomplish something; "I used my time wisely."

an indefinite period ;"He was a great actor in his time"

a suitable moment; "It is time to cease the existence of light."

"Whats the time?"

"10.48"

"Eternity?"

"I like eating egg and ham sandwich. What about you?"

"I like listening to Beethoven. The piano suffers under his torturous fingers. He never ceased to make them work and produce those chaotic sounds, clashes of death, it was as if the notes on the scores were inked in red, in blood, and the scores written on paper that certified death penalties. He was clearly in...."

"Where is the plate?"

"Achievements?"

He shifted in his chair, took a deep long breath, and slowly heave it out.

He cringed. Discomfort scratched his dry bones, and his blood turned sour, yellow in colour.
He reached for the lamp.
With the click of a button, he broke the commandment, and willfully allowed light to enter into their dreaded presence.

He recoiled violently. He fawned, showing great submission of fear. Terror seized his brain and his spine threw itself back and forth. His frail body was having a hard time to keep himself in tact.

"Please, i beg you, not the light. My skin burns." He screeches.

It hisses, sizzles, and smoke arose from the surface of his body.

Another click, to smite out the unwanted visitor.

The following breathes, was palpitated with relief. Deep heaves has caused his chest to rise and fall. And one could hear his bones cracked under the pressure.

Another long silence followed.

The hand reached for the lamp again...

"Wait! I broke the records."

"I rather listen to your screams than your words if you stop one more time." He hissed in subjugation.

"I killed many. Innocent in their infancy, evil in their acts, merciless and ruthless. Disgust and filth constantly afflicted my throat, i have no choice but to end their insignificant lives."

"Significance?"

You could hear his teeth clatter.
The couch sink, an object was moved across the table.
He lit a cigarette, yet his face could not be seen, it was as if he wore darkness as a mask. His hands were clawed, soaked in blood.

"The clock has ticked twenty minutes away. How have you used it wisely?"

The lamp clicked again.
No screams were heard.
He looked at himself in the mirror, and a smug stretched itself across his own face.

He switched off the lamp.

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I thought this story felt rather morbid, and sardonic to be honest. But i love the way its being weaved, with no apparent direction, yet bounded with definitions.
Come to think of it, i feel a little disturbed by the story.
For those who are confuse, you have two options, read again and try to comprehend again, or forget about the story.

If you did not pay attention to the 4th dot behind the line, "He was clearly in...." in the Beethoven section, then you have just learnt how particular i am with details. The 4th dot is significant.

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I met many people yesterday.
My primary school friend, ex classmates in st gabs, and Hui Ting.
I did not pre arrange to meet these people. I bumped into them while out with Edwin Thia.
Some i like, some i dislike.

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My new realised hobby: People watching.

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I dropped certain academic ideas.
Somehow i was persuaded and convinced.

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Church today. Airport Tomorrow.

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Its interesting that i have found none that thought it was possible between these two entities.
And many found the other entity pleasing to the eye.
Honestly, i am tempted.
Define Beauty.

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Thou shall not covet.

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Here s something to clear your mind.





Smiles!