They both started liking each other a lot and started becoming good friends, whilst Max was always admired their friendship.
But at home Mummy was different. She smiled less and snapped often. “Silly boy!” she snarled when Junior mistakenly dropped her BlackBerry.
A poem I wrote when I was wondering about the notion of god. What I figured was that god was just like any other unknown variable, except that the value attached to this variable was a little too much.
Satan, which is called antichrist in Christian mythology, entices man’s greed for committing sin. Today’s man is greedy and thus vulnerable to sin.
Timothy had always been nice, expecting karma to pay in return, a good favour for his good doings, in his life time for others, but has lost faith.