Novels by ahalfbloodprince

If you have mastered the art of typing letters single-handed in the phones like Nokia 2626 or the flip-flap phones of Tommy's Mission Impossible, you would easily hit the right buttons even if you can't see them.But things have changed now...With a smartphone, typing isn't smooth.And moreover, if you type with your left hand and your right hand is busy with the syringe of insulin plugged in so deep into the arteries that you can't even move it for a while.Typing the first part took 15 minutes...Yes, too early if you aren't dying in the next 300 minutes.My left hand soon got tired, and deep pain was pounding my right arm.You may be thrilled with my story...But believe me, I am much more thrilled than you.You must be waiting for the completion of the story.And I am waiting for the completion of my life.My left hand is typing as fast as it could.While my right hand is lying as still as a stone on the bed.Meanwhile, the doors opened at 7:15.I succeeded in hiding the phone

"The end." That was all that I could figure about my life which no longer belonged to me. Lying on the soft, cozy bed of my ward, I got tired with the simple yet fascinating time pass item - the 3*3 Rubik's cube whose formulas L U F' and so on had become muscle memory me now. I got bored off looking all around the hospital's ward... The machines, wires, surgical instruments, and some biological charts that were hung on the wall.The room wasn't big enough to forget its corners and dimensions. Everything had settled perfectly in my mind. What if I and all of the doctors, nurses, patients, and re