Jabberwock Island_When her life flipped_The Memories of Rob Cru_Nothing but White
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Jabberwock Island
*This story is based off of the anime, Danganronpa 3: The End of Hope’s Peak High School, and Danganronpa 2: Goodbye Despair*Salt. The taste was everywhere in my mouth. And yet I couldn’t get it out. I dragged my body out of the ocean and onto shore. 15 other students were also there, sopping wet and looking at me with curiosity. “Guess that’s the last of us, huh?” Said a boy with white hair sticking out in all directions. I figured he was Komaeda, and he looked much better since the last time we had met. I looked behind me, there was no one there. Not even the ship. Just blue. How deceiving. ...
When her life flipped
The College backyard was inoculated with people, it was to celebrate the hardwork of final year students, everyone carried a cheerful smile on their face, but, Janette Rose a girl with green eyes and brown hair carried a scowl on her face and kept glaring at the entrance."Janette Rose!" The speaker called but her eyes were more on the gate than to collect her trophy and the certificate, What can be more important than her attending graduation ? She wondered. "Go Janette! I don't think they'll come now." Her bestfriend Anastasia brought her out of her thoughts. "Go, my parents are like yours." ...
The Memories of Rob Cru
I thought I may work in the cemetery today. It’s both a depressing and an exciting task. Depressing because I can look forward and see my future. Exciting because I can look back and see my ancestors. About 350 years of Crusoes, from Robinson to Rob Cru, my late father. From time to time, usually after the rainy season, some of the graves need repair. Weeds, washed down stones, washed down soil and protruding bones demand attention. On the bamboo cross on each grave is carved a given name and a number. CCCXXIV for instance. Twww.onedoor.cchose numbers are just about all the reading I get to do. It denotes t...
Nothing but White
Nothing but white. Every direction Orna turned, all that she saw was an endless emptiness devoid of color or hope. The snow was so thick, funneling through the air so pervasively, she may as well have been blind. Sight had become a hindrance, her eyes growing strained as she attempted to peer through the veil of infinite icy shards that spiraled and danced with a mania that made vision an impossibility. Hearing had also failed her, the howling gusts of wind removing any possibility of her words escaping the void she was trapped within. Nothing but the laughter of the snow as it assaulted her ...