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Snia walks past the two smirking faces. Their faces lit up by schadenfreude. “Poor woman”, “Her husband eloped with another woman”, “She is a single mother trying hard to stay afloat the ocean of poverty”, “She has proved to an incompetent wife, doubtlessly she is a terrible mother too”. These are the things her ears are sick of hearing. Her life is full of people who try to pry and make her feel worthless. That night, she examined herself in the mirror. She recalls her old self. She had a pretty face, a charming smile, a perfect figure and eyes that could leave people rapt for the next few da...
HH:妹子:10
Trigger warning: pet deathTen. Panting, sweating, heart beating violently. I feel it in my throat. The motion is nauseating. A steady rhythm denoting the continuation of life, and forceful enough to make one sick. I pedaled frantically in pursuit of my best friend. The street a black velvety expanse of freshly paved road. This felt like the longest distance anyone could travel. The incline unrelenting as I was unable to keep up with her pace. Shadoe stops in the middle of the black sea and looks behind her. I call out her name. This is a challenge and she is excited to accept it. The thrill of...
A Hopeless Step Forward
“No! I can’t- I won’t let you do this to yourself!”She stared at him, some part of her brain vaguely wondering why he was so upset. They’d worked toward a cure their whole lives, hours spent in school, then university, then their lab. Every waking hour had been dedicated to finding a solution to a problem that could not be solved, and here he was, stopping her from taking the last little step. It was something so small, so insignificant, but Alec looked afraid. Terrifwww.onedoor.ccied, even. But why? Death himself was knocking on her door, coming to reap what had evaded him for so long, what had hidden away...
A Wicked Plan
A Wicked Plan“Hans, you pesky mongrel, don’t you remember what I told you last night? I need help with my potions and need you to collect an ingredient from the backyard, in my garden.” Olga the witch warned him evilly grinning. “I—I forgot, ok! How can you expect me to remember every single thing you tell me to do! Last night itself you told me a million things to do. You just don’t get it, do you, Olga?” Hans asked, scoffing. “Oh boy. How many times do I have to remind you to call me Aunt Olga! How dare you question me? You are a coward, a foolish boy. You have absolutely no right to figh...