I am a horrible introvert._Your Depths Are Forgiven_Aurora Sun_The Old Cooper Place
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I am a horrible introvert.
I have always wanted to stay at home alone. I want my private life in which I can be as savage as I want to be, private bathroom where I can do any weird makeups without anyone to laugh at them, private kitchen where I can bake, cook and steam any cuisines I want without being yell at wasting ingredients, private television which I can change channels all by my wish, and private backyard where I can sing out loud with my bird friends and plants. What a wonderful world. I was not always an introvert. When I was born, I was the happiest baby in the hospital. I was the loudest child before I wa...
Your Depths Are Forgiven
When I said, "My life is literally so boring," last year, I didn't necessarily mean I wanted this to happen. I guess it's what I get for tempting fate. All day, I had a clenching feeling in my gut that something was about to go horribly wrong. Considering what happened last week after I felt this way, I was worried. I walked down the muddy road, not caring enough to avoid the puddles as my long raincoat flapped in the wind. After a sucky day at work, I could finally go home. I trudged up thewww.onedoor.cc steps and fiddled with my key to unlock the door. I didn't need to. It swung open at contact. That's ne...
Aurora Sun
She entered the void, boots echoing as they scraped across the glossy black surface. The stars winking above looked as if they were conversing in a secret language that somehow or someway she knew. “Aurora Sun.” The black stretched ahead for miles into eternity, yet she decided to continue on the path. Darkness, nothingness, hollow emptiness filled her, consumed her. She was all alone, yet she was surrounded by familiarity. But how could the unknown be so familiar? “Aurora Sun.” Again she thought she heard her name whispered from above. Or was it only i...
The Old Cooper Place
The rag tag ball team stood there and looked over the fence at the broken window. It wasn’t just any old broken window it belonged to that of the old Cooper house, the most haunted place in the entire planet, probably the whole universe.Igor, the newest member of the Kemptville Mud Hens (the official/unofficial name of the team) stood at the fence with the others, but didn’t understand what was truly going on.“Why does someone not get the ball?”They all looked at him and half-laughed and half-guffawed.“Igor, this place-“Is really special,” interrupted Parker Jones, the unofficial team captain...