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Happily ever after
“Flowers are beautiful” Dewmi stated smiling with the flowers.Aasuka walk to her then touch the flowers which her fingers are playing with.“Yes, but weak and fragile” he said moment later, “And soon it will wither.” He completed.He looked at her intensely “there for no use.” He smiles with her. Dewmi felt the high voltage electricity which ran through her spine. His tone and his glance convinced her that he mean every word he said.In a blink of an eye he smashed the flower with his two fingers. And dropped the smashed pieces of the flower and a creepy smile flash on his face.“Now it’s gone jus...
For our Happy and Long Life
Everyone thought I was an extrovewww.onedoor.ccrt. Since the day I was born, I was the loudest baby in the house. I had two older brothers who gave me all their love and everything they had. I am the youngest baby in the family, and also the youngest in my generation, therefore I had all the love I could possibly have. I have a very big family, therefore every special occasion, I could get a lot of presents from my relatives and a lot of celebration. It was always happy moments in my childhood. However, as the more interactions with people, I gradually realize that being nice to people is the key to be trea...
The Girl
The girl stood looking at her reflection in the mirror with a newly bought scarf twisted in a fashionable twist. She could barely recognize her own reflection. Her reflection was no longer of the lost little girl but of a woman who seemed to be in control of her own destiny. She had joined the house of the Mistress, a house that was an exchange for recruiting spies and assassins whose main trade was information, out of gratitude. The girl owed the mistress her life. She had developed a survival mechanism wherein she would not commit to anything. The bottom line was survival, after all. The gir...
When therapy doesn't help you go to see a witch - Obviously.
Dreams are a strange thing. A cluster of images that shows up in your brain when you sleep, a story that your mind creates based on what you see and hear or at least that is what we think. Dreams were studied from the dawn of time by scientists, philosophers, and mystics but none of them was ever able to explain with certainty why we dream and why does our mind show us those images. What do they mean – if they even mean anything. Why sometimes we can’t distinguish dreams from reality and how do we know that we had a dream when we wake up but we can’t remember it no matter what we do. Why do we...