I don’t know what made me want to change my name to Jesus Christ. Maybe it was the reverence with which my mother took that name. Or maybe I just liked the sound of it. Or maybe I wanted to mock those who thought that name holy. So I hired a lawyer, filed a petition…
Category: short stories
You shan’t be judged by law but by fate!
I sat in front of the judge with my head hanging low. It wasn’t because I was ashamed of myself: I wasn’t; because I hadn’t done anything wrong. But I felt guilty anyway because I had taken a life. It was an accident, really. I happened to be one of those cliched kids stuck in…