Regarding the Appointment of one M. Aria Cavalletti_Emma_The Bottle of Chaos 2、0_The Man He Was
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Regarding the Appointment of one M. Aria Cavalletti
The letter comes in one of those fancy envelopes, with the plastic windows that show the address so you don’t have to write it on the outside like some plebeian. I work a penknife between the flap and the back, and run the blade along the top to open it.The first thing I see is the letterhead. Loud, almost garish: a single, curved block of colour, black fading into reds into oranges and yellows. The paper is top heavy with the sheer mass of ink - it must have been bloody expensive to print. Then, the main text.Dear M. Cavalletti,We have been very impressed by both your resume and general demea...
Emma
I never even know their names. I watch their faces melt from their skulls, I hear their screams and I smell their burnt flesh, but I never know their names.I remember Number 1、 I was 13 and happily walking out of the mall after a fun day of shopping and laughing with my friends. I remember the heat of the humid summer afternoon struggling into our lungs after hours of artificial air-conditioned oxygen. I had fallen behind my peers to answer my father’s text. He was always worried like that and I never knew why until that exact day.I remember the first time I saw Him. The man cloaked in black w...
The Bottle of Chaos 2、0
“Why are we at the arms market at Frenoiby?” “Because you have been manipulated, Monsieur Zac Efron.” The sarcastic comment hit Zac like a rude slap. He was calm, collected and rational, virtues prized in the 28th century. His partner Doreen looked apparently the same to untrained eyes. Centuries of selective genetics have tempered the emotional traits, but Doreen’s ardent temperament bubbled dangerously close to the surface. Anyone spending a reasonable amount of time with her would certainly get a whiff of it, and Zac wasn’t the one to miss the obvious. “Doreen, it will just drag out the i...
The Man He Was
The shadow struck, morphing into a large, black figure before it dissipated into two people. One of them was alive, while the other collapsed onto the marble tiles below them. A crimson pool formed at their head, surrounding the body—which had landed face-first—like a halo.Raia stifled a gasp, pressing her fist to her mouth as she peeked through the blinds of her window and into her neighbour’s bedroom. Her heart pounded against her chest as the cowarwww.onedoor.ccdly part of her mind demanded that she return to bed and slip away into a realm of nothingness before someone caught her. She shouldn’t have bee...