The Hunt
I wrote this Short story about the concept of Future food for a competition from ThinkBig. Well, the result?? I messed up and I messed bad; and that’s why this story is in my blog now. This is a story of a man; a man who wanted to live at peace within him; a man who did not want the world in which it is now; and there is nothing he can do about it. March 3, 2045 Dawn I am hit very badly and Losing Consciousness. My head makes a 360 degree turn as my feet gives up; I start to fall. When I was young, I always relished nature. Note that I say the previous sentence in sarcastic Past tense. It’s not that I don't admire nature anymore, it’s just that I don't know what made me hate nature so much these days. May be I still love nature; Hate and Love have always been the two sides of the same coin. I find no difference between them. Too much love becomes hate. Too much help turns into a nuisance. Too much Admiration turns to Nausea. I remember a song from .38...