New Life Travel Journal_The vicious mafia, Nakimura._Kami Complex_Childish Matters.
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New Life Travel Journal
4/1/2020 Dear Journal, I am not sure how this goes but I’m gonna try out this journaling thing. Everyone seems to be doing it and this is my first one. Geez, I’m 50 years old and doing this for the first timewww.onedoor.cc. It’s been a helluva year so far, this 2020. So many bad things going on makes me want to pack up, leave everything behind, and live a simpler life. I am not sure if that’s possible, but the thought of it sure beats what I am doing now. Its becoming clear to me that I just can’t wait around and let life come to me now. Bye for now.4/2/20 Hi Journal, I’m back! It was another crazy day at t...
The vicious mafia, Nakimura.
Dylan's POV" I have to go Dylan, my boss needs me at the office"she said carrying her bag from the table. "Alright" I said moving towards her and pecking her lips. "I'll come to pick you by 2:00pm" I told her. "Yes sweetie, I should be done by then" she said getting out of the door.Hannah has been my girlfriend for two years now after I ran away from Thailand. She's the only person that knows me and why I have been in hiding. My parents and two brothers all did in a car accident with I being the only survivor. I was taken in by some mafia groups and was like the second in command for my bos...
Kami Complex
It keeps flickering so when will this fire die? Ever since I've turned into this, the only thing I've been able to see is a lit fire in the dark, sometimes it's at a stand still, sometimes it goes to the right or left, but most of the time it flickers. Whenever the fire moves I always hear something that follows, the fire goes to the right when I hear an unfamiliar noise, and to the left when I hear yelling of any kind. I don’t like when it flickers though; screams and pleas are followed by it and I’ll even taste blood occasionally, I’m sorry you’re probably wondering what I’m talking about, ...
Childish Matters.
TW: bullying, slurs Two years had passed since the extinction of the virus. Yet here I was. In the principal’s office. Captive so as to narrate the events of the previous Sunday night. “You Chinese f-ck,”. All windows were sealed shut, yet a wind of bewilderment managed to blow me straight in the face. All the remarks I had heard till now; all the “go back to China”s’ in the bathroom stalls and all the hostile leers I would constantly receive in cafes and supermarkets; they had never succeeded at bringing about my incredulity. Having grown up as a “ching chong ” little boy during the pande...