The Puppeteer_The truth is a Lie_Hurricane_The Princess and the Newcomer
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The Puppeteer
The sight of the puppet’s severed head paralyzed Sayuri Ando. The torso—a mutilated lump—lay on its back with the head teetering on its chest like a grapefruit-sized logan. Loose strands of jet-black hair bobbed in front of its alabaster face, reminiscent of a weeping willow. The dismembered appendages fanned out within a three-meter radius and reminded her of the gristly leavings of a carcass abandoned by a sated beast of prey. A gothic still life, the scene oozed ghoulish tranquility amidst the razzle-dazzle of Neo-Asuka city’s nightlife.She had not set eyes on a bunraku puppet for well over...
The truth is a Lie
I was exhausted. I was sleepy. I want coffee. I need coffee.I swear I already had so much caffeine in my system that it was filled with more coffee than blood. And I am not complaining. Who doesn’t like coffee? But I swear I will kill April ones she comes out of her sedated state and get normal again. Though the coffee in hospitals sucks, it was better than anything currently. I wanted to be awake and the first one to talk to her before Nick could.Just thinking about him my caffeine-filled body boil in rage. What idiot fights with his girlfriend that he loves ugly girls and that his girlfriend...
Hurricane
I remember the taste of the cheap merlot on my tongue. The green bottle has been in the refrigerator for four days now. It’s going to go bad soon, and that would be a waste of money. The hum of the refrigerator and the beating rain outside is the only noise as I stare at the bottle. Four days late doesn’t mean anything, I tell myself, and I pour a glass for Greg and myself. There is a crack of lightning followed immediately by thunder so loud I look up to make sure the roof hasn’t been ripped off of the apartment. There is another flash of lightning, and this one is so bright the living room ...
The Princess and the Newcomer
MillieThe boy had brown hair and brown eyes, his slim body swimming in his grey shirt. I looked at him through the gleaming blonde shroud of my hair. Alejandra watched him from the other end of the table, chin tipped up and crown tilted sideways on her head. Her small pink mouth was pinched with distaste. No one spoke as he slowly made his way to his seat, sliding the chair back and sitting without meeting anyone’s eyes. He picked at his www.onedoor.ccnails, dropping the torn off ends onto the carpet below his chair. My eyes flicked to Julian, but he was watching the newcomer, transfixed, and my gaze caught...