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    The Lost Habberfly
    The Lost Habberfly
    The Lost Habberfly
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    The Lost Habberfly

    By Mohammad Abdullah Tariq

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    The book is a work of pure abstract literature, composed over the course of 2 years, where the happenings in my personal life have played a significant role in planting the idea of every story contained in this book under the influence of those who helped fashion them into short stories, each displaying the development of not only the plot, but also of the writer himself. Every story reflects the plot revolving around the protagonist, observing the details of the supporting characters from their own perspective, as right or wrong as it might be. It also describes how an ideal or absolutely fictitious situation could affect the mentality of a person, in the company of none but their own thoughts.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherMohammad Abdullah Tariq
    Release dateFeb 9, 2017
    ISBN9781370562534
    The Lost Habberfly
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    Mohammad Abdullah Tariq

    Obsessed with Fantasy writing since the very beginning. My literature starts from the self to the society, religion to poetry, science to abstract art and non fiction to paradoxes.

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      The Lost Habberfly - Mohammad Abdullah Tariq

      The Lost Habberfly

      By Mohammad Abdullah Tariq

      © Copyright 2017

      All Rights Reserved

      To the people who made life matter

      I would like to thank my closest companions,

      Abdullah Haider, Usama Shahid, Ahmed Nargana, Yograj Deshmukh, Haya Kirmani, Maham Sa’adat, Naisa Aziz Hridy, Humaira Ahmad, Joyce Aftab.

      My beloved readers,

      Aditi Srivastava, Arisha Parvez, Madiha Noman, Hiba Tariq.

      The events, people and places that inspired me to pour a fragment of my soul into every story.

      My beloved family and all of Okay? Okay. without whom the stories would not have reached their excellence, let alone on paper.

      My sincerest apologies to anyone whose name I might have missed out on.

      Contents

      Introduction

      Dark of the Day

      You First!

      Gifted?

      The Last of Them

      A Kind Murder

      Story of a Story

      The Suicide Paradox

      Homicide for Dummies

      The Lost Habberfly

      Other Books by Author

      Introduction

      The following is a work of pure abstract literature, composed over the course of 2 years, where the happenings in my personal life have played a significant role in planting the idea of every story contained in this book under the influence of those who helped fashion them into short stories, each displaying the development of not only the plot, but also of the writer himself.

      Dark of the Day

      I couldn't sleep last night. Wait, I couldn't sleep the night before that either. Who is to blame anyway? Dr. Yin told me to stick my head out and tuck some life back into my body, but it’s nearly impossible for a schizophrenic like me, and insomnia becomes my ultimate fate. The more I think of it, the more compelled I feel to resist the temptation of getting out of the corner of my living room. A faint voice in my head wants me to bash through the apartment door and remind the world of my existence—but the project, the finals – I can't go out yet.

      Shouldn’t outside be a little brighter? Why do I feel so cold? Oh, it's Alaska, silly me! But it doesn't seem right, I should take the paper off the windows, remove the blinds, and stare down the alley, watching people getting mugged. This isn't new, I regret the day I sold my house in Detroit and chose to live in this hellhole just because I wanted to spend my holidays in a quiet and serene place, but the rent will let me save for a better apartment. Alaska enticed me in every way when we spent our summer here. I felt like I belonged here, a captivating familiarity urged me to come back here. Why do I keep forgetting that? I should better write that down.

      The only light I have here is of the static TV I didn't feel like turning off. There's no cable, no internet, no cellphone reception and no one to talk to but myself. The landlady was kind enough to provide me with a week’s supply of food, makes me wonder why nobody rented this place besides myself. But there’s always a creaking sound from upstairs and the faint sound of scraping coming from my bedroom, where I haven't been ever since I’ve moved here, I guess. Ugh, this foggy brain of mine, nothing but a pit of hate and self-loathing.

      Self-loathing? Because of Daisy, obviously. Daisy and I had been the best of friends since I could perceive, and honestly, she’s the only reason I could shove my way through college. In all those years spent together, I felt funny down my waist whenever I saw her. Her warm hands filling mine, and her soft head resting on my chest whenever she was sad felt like eternity to me. After my parents passed away, I was left with apathy in heritage. If it weren’t

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