‘Flirting? Healthy flirting? Really Sanjay . . .’ she rolled her eyes in disgust. ‘That's what you men call
it? There is nothing healthy about flirting, Sanjay, not for a married man.
Healthy flirting is a term introduced by perverted men who want to lend legitimacy to their
extramarital dalliances. Flirting invariably has a sexual connotation to it.’ She got up from her seat
and walked around the room gesticulating and muttering something to herself. Suddenly she
stopped, turned back, looked at Sanjay and asked, ‘Did my husband sleep with her? You are his
friend. Did he ever tell you anything about it?’
It was always said do as you're told and you will live happily but if you go against that, well, let's just say, you don't come back. It was always a peaceful world but Damien is about to find out that it's still not. The Maker has been hiding the truth from everyone and it will take a hero to uncover the truth. But who will come to everyone's aid? Who will stop following the crowd?
Elena. Trojan Wars, elegant fonts. Everybody deserves an Elena. "For text that's meant to be read."
However, I don't think Elena wants to be read. She's quick, elusive, ahead of herself. Sand slipping through fingers, time accelerating and disappearing into loopholes of lust and love. Better keep up with this one. The kind of girl that shows you the stars and breaks your heart. An astonishing beauty, a nimble mind. A girl to die for.
They say that life is what you make of it. That it can be whatever you want it to be if guided by the right hand. They say that you make your own luck. They say that all dreams can come true if you just want them bad enough. They say you can do whatever you want to do if you just set your mind to it, that anything is possible. You know, sometimes they should really shut the hell up. Sometimes they really don’t know what the hell they’re talking about. And sometimes, they can go to hell. But would somewhere over the rainbow any of those statements be fitting? Four stories, “Cursed”, "Somewhere Over the Rainbow", “No Doors In, No Windows Out” and "Hell Is Where the Heart Is". We’re all put here for a reason aren’t we? But maybe sometimes that reason doesn’t make any damn sense at all. Reach for your dreams and all will be well, or maybe you’ll just find yourself trapped in hell.
Roger stumbles through his days, trying to find something, anything, of meaning or sense, something that doesn’t fill him with disgust. But all he sees around him in the world makes him sick, world events, Religion, “culture”, and so he stumbles on in a drunken daze, wondering what the point of any of it is, finding no answers. Then, one night while out he happens upon a bench and is greeted by the person upon it with “Cheerio good chap, Roger you do know that we are going to kill you tonight don’t you?” Later in the novel there appear short stories that diverge from social commentary to paint other pictures of life. By the end, will any be able to contest, it truly is a wonderful world is it not. But…who exactly are “They”?