The Regret Game_Where life just isn't fair_Amaris just wants love_Gracias a la vida
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The Regret Game
A Death God Casts A Dozen Broken Shadows Across Unseen, Forsaken FloorsoOoOo11:43 PM, October 30stIt was a stupid, reckless idea.Hiking in the cold, in the dead of night, wasn’t my idea of a good way to spend the night. No one knows we’re out here. Civilization feels like it’s a hundred miles away. The forest was dense, and a dark canopy of leaves blocked out the sky. It was the fog, however, that gave our surroundings this eerie, unwelcoming feel.I couldn’t shake it off as I ducked under a barely-seen, low-hanging branch. The light from Mortimer’s lantern helped starve the darkness, pushed ...
Where life just isn't fair
Welcome to Tinpen Harbour, or Tinpen, as everyone calls it, where everyone will follow the same path in life; first, you get born. Then, you go to Kindergarten, Elementary School, Middle School and eventually, High School. At the end of High School, everyone takes the SCDTwww.onedoor.cc’s, the Standardised Class Division Tests. This is where it gets exciting. This is the point in life where you can go two ways; either you pass the SCDT’s, or you don’t. If you pass, you’re one of the lucky ones, your life will matter. You will get to go to a good college, get a good job and live in a good section of town. If...
Amaris just wants love
“Just kill me now. I don’t have the strength to go on...” A young woman in tattered clothing sat on the cold floor of a jail cell as she struggled to keep her eyes open. Her wrists were shackled above her head as blood dripped down from her nailless fingers. The woman, who had just endured days worth of torture, was covered in old and new wounds from head to toe. As the world’s top agent she has never surrendered to anyone, but now she is pathetically asking for death.‘I’m tired. I’m tired of fighting...I thought that gaining strength and having power was all I needed. I grew to be merciless t...
Gracias a la vida
“Want some?”“I am fine, thanks. Chocolate makes me airsick.”“We are not flying anytime soon, believe me. 20min delay usually means two hours.”“Do you often fly to London?”“I used to. When I was doing my PhD there, my boyfriend used to lived here in Geneva - I traveled back and forth regularly. Never got there, or here, on time. Never.” Her shining burgundy nails pushed a chocolate ball into her mouth and her masculine jaws crunched it down. From the half-moon tattooed on her wrist, a scent of spicy pomegranate emanated and tickled Elleree's nose. She cleared two chestnut strands off her face w...