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Written in his catalog
Ever since Mico was a young child, He was force to make a diy catalogs about his life. So basically everyday of his life was written in that catalog. His parents are famous people. His Dad is a famous actor while his mom is one of the most prettiest lady in the world.He was force to become perfect and his parents are the one who choose what decision he will make. He and his siblings doesn't like it but they're not allowed to give their opinion because they might put into a lot of trouble.After the school, they are not allowed to go hangout with their friends. They didn't even have the chance t...
Awaited Night
(Content Warning : Terminal Illness)The sky shows no emotion whatsoever. Like a canvas painted in black, what’s a night with no stars presented? Stating an unchanging solemn mood, it draws a stoic expression from anyone who has their head facing up. The bustling city becomes a new artificial light source, but it’s just different, different in so many unspeakable words. Longing minds anticipating the celestial glimmer decided to just succumb themselves inside the busy work life, feeling their euphoria buried under the bright buildings, replaced by traffic jams and people’s streams.“Why are you ...
Into the Open Air
The wedding had been 18 months in planning, and Harry's family had spent over $12,000 on it, so I owed them at least a postcard. I pulled from my backpack purse the tiny money roll and peeled off a five, paid for the postcard and a stamp. What should I say though? That stymied me. Finally, I scrawled, “Sorry, love Lily.” I addressed it and headed across the airport to a mailbox. At the last minute, I pulled out my pen again and added, "It was a dare." It's not like they could possibly think less of me. The departure board showed I had 20 minutes to go. What do people speak in Iceland? I head...
Danish Modern
Maggie found Knut rummaging in the kitchen. She often found him scrounging a snack, though breakfast was hours away. If he couldn’t swww.onedoor.ccleep, she couldn’t sleep. Compared to their daily lapses in communication, midnight snacks were of little note. An immigrant from Denmark, Knut spoke English pretty well. Though it often seemed the piece lost in translation was meaning. He noticed her watching from the shadows and continued his foraging. She said, “I sense tension between us.” He paused, “That makes no sense.” “Are you tense with me?” “I was but it’s passed.” Turning conversation into puns was ...