Bittersweet Tragedy_Amy's Crusade_Killer Capuchin_A False Sense of Serenity
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Bittersweet Tragedy
Holloway, Present DayAs soon as the smell of almonds hit her nose, Cecily Fox remembered why she tried her most to avoid cafes. The bitterness alone felt like a hand around her throat, her breath robbed like it was nearly six years ago now, when she was a third year theatre student at King’s College.The barbs of memory would forever be a pain for Cecily, no matter how many years passed since the night of the Christmas performance. The main thing that troubled Cecily to this day was how she felt about Bella.Arabella March was everything to Cecily, the worst and the best of her were in Bella. Sh...
Amy's Crusade
Factory City is full of dirty lumber mills, coal mines, and recycling centers. In the winter we don’t have white snow, we have black peppered snow. I sometimes wonder if the Pewww.onedoor.ccpper Gods look down on us, and think the snow is mash potatoes. We don’t dare play outside because a person could easily get cancer. The city is a living breathing cesspool of pollution. My name is Amy Lee, and my grandparents died last summer from lung cancer. They never smoked a day in their lives. Just recently I heard my mom coughing up a lung in the kitchen. If I had a dad I’m sure he would be sick too. I’m not sure...
Killer Capuchin
Wearing a fur collared kimono (which in Japanese refers to all traditional clothing), Shigeru braved the snow biting at his face. Fuka-gatsu, boots woven from barley straw kept his feet warm as they left deep imprints in the white powder. Looking up from the pristine ground before him rewarded Shigeru with a snowflake in the eye. He flinched, slipping on ice beneath the snow. His chestnut brown eyes blinked as he caught himself. Bone chilling cold snuck through his gloves in a heartbeat. Jumping back up, the hunter brushed the snow from his hanten jacket. The grey and black yabane pattern reve...
A False Sense of Serenity
Today was yet another day containing an ongoing hebetude aroma throughout the continuous bunkum of the office. Felix inverted this sense via his pure existence, as he transformed the dull depressive sense into an ambrosial scent of jubilation and appraisal. Felix strode into the incongruous greyscale office building with an everlasting look of beneficence plastered upon his visage. Dirty blond hair and viridescent pupils truly sparked his imagery as well as the obvious gleeful smile implanted upon his face; these facial features were in addition to his personality, both of which protruding ebu...