Blahsphemy

You have wasted fifteen days of your life. He looked at the screen in disbelief. That's exactly what it took me to fix this damn machine, he guffawed.

The dogs were close. He could hear them sniffing. They won't recognise me, he thought. I am an alien now. They have changed my body and my mind. That's when his favourite dog ran up to him and licked him like he used to do always.

After a zillion excuses, he finally confronted the blank sheet. They stared at each other like lovers, then friends and then foes. They just stared and stared. So that the blank paper turned whiter and whiter and his face darker and darker.  

The man was murdered by his own shadow. Everyone looked at the front page of the newspaper in disbelief. How can a shadow kill someone? Try asking that to the paranoid soul who jumped off the roof  mistaking his shadow for that of a serial killer. 

The blind man's eyes followed him. It was rather unnerving. He shut his eyes before he plunged the knife into the poor man's heart.