Blahsphemy

The path was clear. But he strayed off it and drove straight into a ditch. He cursed Buddha for telling him to choose the middle path and took another swig from the bottle. 

Logic commits suicide, screamed the headlines. He found it to be funny. For he had always fought logic along with the masses.  

The song on the radio sounded familiar. Little did he know that It was going to be the last song he would be listening to in this life. For, the nuclear bomb's trigger was tuned to go off when the song stops.   

The sacrificial lamb was bathed and fed. He was led to the altar and garlanded. They are making me the king, thought he.  

The war seemed to be over. The victory cries muted the slow ticking of the atom bomb's timer.  

The faint whiff of an unfinished story lingered in the room as he walked in.  

Why did all men fall in love with her? She had everyone from the king, the courtier, the artist and the warrior at her command. She can be classified as a kingdom in herself and no one will object. But, there was one man who hated her. And he was her son.   

Who are you, asked the mirror? I am you replied the man; a fragile reflection of the times.

You are the most uninspiring person one can hope for, screamed his brain. He smiled a faint smile as he plunged the morphine filled syringe into his arm.

It's been indeed a pleasure to meet someone who has such a wide collection of books. Could you please tell us for how long have you been collecting books? Well, I have been at it ever since I came in here.  What kind of books do you prefer? Whatever that suits me is welcome?  Have you given away any of your books? At times people do come and borrow a book or two. And  some of them forget to retune them.  What are your plans for the future?  My plans are quite simple, collect books.  How do you plan to extend your collection? Looks like you have run out of space for new books? That's nothing, everyone in my family helps in one way or the other. They all love books. That's quite a family you got there.  Yes, I am lucky. They make me proud. Thank you for sparing us some valuable time.     

The first line started with 'the' again. The writer was getting frustrated. He could've chosen to start the first line with a name. Then that name had to be someone, some place or something in his story. But he never used to write about anyone, anything or anywhere in his stories.  

The heart should go, chanted the crowd. He looked at his executioner. Was there a trace of remorse on his face? Or was it plain boredom. Before he could figure out, his heart was plucked out for all to see.  

Slow was born to race. He hated his parents for naming him Slow. No matter ho fast he was they still called him Slow. He just hated being slow and Slow. 

One growl was all it took to sever a lot of things. It said I don't respect this pack. It said I don't believe in the rules. It said I don't belong here.

The world was freezing over. There was ice everywhere. Even in hearts. That's when spaceman Spiff got a message. You will see a red button in the middle of a huge white dial, just press that and the world will be saved. He didn't know what to make out of it until he yanked open his ancient refrigerator's door.

There she goes, there was a shout from the crowd. This snowflake sure looked different, wondered the gladiator. She walked up to him, stepped on his toe and whispered in his ear;  stop dreaming Chuck.  

The river was dry. It had been like this for years. But today was different, for there was a blind man who was thirsty on its banks. Someone had tricked him into believing that there was water.  

He was moving fast. Way too fast for his brain. So when it happened his brain was not there. The judge listened to his story, yawned and adjourned the court. His brain was not there too. It was in bed with his wife. 

The predator and the prey found themselves in the same cage. They eyed each other casually. For each knew what was to come.   

Today the sun will go around the earth twice. Which means today will have two days in it. Then can we call the second part today?