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When Joshua looked at his hands, he knew what he has done. Almost immediately, he found Daisy. “Bebe! What have you done!” She gasped, like her tear was about to burst. “Come into my cabin.” He said calmly. The cabin was, of course, made of wood, the only material Joshua can use on this island. ~∞~He has reached every corner of this island last year in June, or so he thought. Daisy, Oliver, Ivy, Oscar and he walked along the beach for three sunny days. And in the last night, Oliver found the mark they left on the beach. Oliver was a successf...
Trigger Warning: implications of death, sexual violence and Mental Health issue. Paul’s last meal Paul was sitting in-front of a table with a blue cloth on it. The cloth was covered with oil stains. He avoid to lay his hands and arms on it while taking food from the white plate. There were some potatoes, some broccoli and a meatloaf. He had taken a few bit of the meat, but it tasted too weird. She probably had put it in this temperature for at least three days, he thought, as his sweat rolled down from his forehead. “Pace up darling.” Said ...
Trigger Warning: implications of death and Mental Health issue. You might think this is creepy. Actually, you will think this is creepy, so I am not gonna tell you. Yet. The old lady lighted up the stove as usual. Burning woods sends out warmness into the almost freezing room. The sparks spirals up like the snow flowing down out side the window. Thick, thick snow, with no footprints as she would expect. She took a kettle and filled it with water. She wondered what to eat. She put the kettle above the fire. Maybe some bread would do, she th...
So how long has it been? I didn’t remember anymore. But seeing her at the window sit of Ms. Grape Café, has become one of my daily routines. The warm white mug saying blue day with the same half a mug of brown coffee. I don’t think she ever enjoyed it. And the same light blue dress, with a brown belt around her waist. But it was only the morning and afternoons I saw her there. So one day, I went to talk to the owner of the Café. I barely went there since I moved here, maybe once or twice when my brother came to visit. But I do know the the m...
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