Freaks House

One of the most difficult times in a person’s life, is when all he can see around him is a storm. The signs of hope are completely missing, and as that sinking feeling grows, we tend to throw our lives away to anything that will give us the first sign of hope. And through the ages men have trusted, God-men, mystical powers, even elected governments, with the hope that someday things might turn around. But as time goes by, we all come to realize putting our trust on men is one of the most futile things anyone can do. Politicians, god men, all of them come with empty promises. Come to think of it, how can any of them fulfill anything after all, their life is as futile as ours, as short-spanned as ours, their vision as blurred as ours, their selfishness, as defined as ours. Humans, are programmed to think of themselves first and then about the others. The few humans who don’t follow this principle are termed saints in todays’ generation. Also surprisingly we have come to q...

Finally the day had arrived. Finally the hour had come. “Finally, my last day on earth” he told himself. The wait had been excruciating, but now it was here. The day of his execution had finally arrived. “Ah! The smell of fresh air, these guys need to provide better prisons. But who cares, my life here is done. This is it. This is where and this is how things are going to end. I have no regrets, I have done nothing wrong. He deserved it, he deserve to die. How could he ever have thought he could get away with it, that guy I killed he deserved it. So what if they call me a murderer? So what if his wife is a widow now? So what if I have had sleepless night because of the guilt? I did right, or at least I hope I did.” His thoughts went on; it was the day when Pilate would release one that the people would ask for. But he knew he was not one among them, he was a criminal and the cross was already decided for him. And he had accepted it. Really he didn’t have a choice; the concept of for...