“Myself” – A novel
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“Valley hills” – Mystery
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“Honey” – A short story
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Cain
I am the reason there is a penalty for murder. They say I killed my brother in cold blood, but if you ever had a younger sibling, you know the rivalry that can happen. Makes you wonder if we weren’t pitted against each other from the start in Eve’s womb.
Abel
I’m tired of being seen as the perpetual victim. Yes, I was the first murder victim, but that’s not all that I am. I’m not just a son, brother. or pain in the ass. I am more than that. Thing is, I don’t know what I am because of this curse that I am living with. I can’t live past 25 years because that’s when Cain killed me. So, will I ever figure out who I really am meant to be? Will my curse be broken?
Seth
Eve wanted a replacement baby after Cain killed Able. Rohi gave her me. I’m the peacekeeper of the family, which can get me into trouble, especially with Cain. That’s all I ever do though. Keep the peace. There has to be more to life than just running interference with my family, right? I’m not just the younger baby brother, am I? Time will tell.
A Day in the Life of Cain and Jelly- from Cain’s book.
Cain hated lines. This was why he rarely went to café shops like this one. The crowd and the mundane noise of people, who were so intensely boring that they had nothing else to do aside from follow their own predictably stupid schedule of daily tasks, made him want to shout at them to become less predictable. Maybe then, they would not be so bored with their lives and actually have some fun for once. However, Jelly told him, in no uncertain terms, that shouting at people was rude and he should not do so, if he wanted to stay out of jail. He scoffed and told Jelly that no jail could hold him, but Jelly quickly reminded him of the jail cells in Hell and that was the end of that argument. Cain had absolutely no desire to revisit those cells.
The line moved an inch. Cain snarled and Jelly’s lips quirked. “You’re scaring the natives.” Jelly whispered, nodding to the uptown fashionista, who was trying to hide from them under her broad brimmed hat. Her companion, who could have been mistaken for a stick figure model, scoffed at them and rolled his, or was it her, eyes. That made Cain want to show him/her exactly what that broad brimmed hat could do to a certain part of their body, if he was pissed off enough. It also annoyed him that the whole ‘androgenous’ look was in and making people guess the pronouns someone wanted to be called was also a game for these arrogant children. “If you can’t smile, at least don’t look so murderous.” Jelly’s voice said, breaking through his daydream of making those two self-important ********** regret ******* with him, even if it was passive aggressively done.
Cain scoffed. “I can’t help if it these pansy-assed, touchy feely, poor excuses for human beings are what the species of humans have dwindled down to over the centuries. I blame the Victorian Era when it was classy to be a dandy and everyone expected men to offer handkerchiefs to anyone caught with a sneezing fit. That’s where the downfall started.”
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