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3 ThingsPeppermints are my guilty pleasure. Wrappers can be found everywhere, from my bed to the couch to the laundry basket. From the laundry basket to the dryer to the car to the car’s exhaust pipe. I have a Kickstarter campaign to fuel my addiction, under the title, “My father is dying of heliothorpylpsychosis, and the only cure is in Australia.” I’m a few thousand dollars in. Joke’s on them, though: my father’s already dead.
On a completely unrelated note, I’m also a pathological liar.
One day, I was driving to get some money from the bank. That Kickstarter is awesome. Suddenly, almost as if it popped out of the ground, I saw something that would change my life. Something that would grab me and take me on an adventure. That something was a sign.
My obsession took over and I jerked the steering wheel. I clambered out of the vehicle, my mouth watering as it got ready for the cool sweet salvation that only peppermi
Exit (Chap 2)A chair. One, simple, nonspecial chair is all that this room has to boast. At least, that's all that's lit. Anything could be hiding in the shadows.
Something brushes my leg.
As I panic, I rush to the chair and cling to it like a child to a teddy bear. Then, I loosen up. I mean, it could've been my imagination, or-
That voice sounds...different. Like something isn't quite right with it.
"I understand your emotions. I understand you. We are one and the same."
What the hell? "Who...who are you?!"
"You will find out soon enough," the voice says. Good, it can hear me.
"Where am I? I didn't sign up for this! You said...you said..." my voice goes silent.
"We know what we said. It is all part of the procedure," it says in an almost mocking manner. "It is time to continue."
"N-no! I want answers! I need answers!" I yell, as rage starts flowing through my veins. Then, I break down. "My mother is dying! She's all I have left! I..I..." I start sobbing. I sit on the floor, hugging m
Exit (Chap. 1)As the syringe pokes my skin I realize I have made a grave mistake.
"Just focus on your heartbeat," the doctor says.
There is no heartbeat.
My breath quickens and I panic.
"Calm down sir. That should be natural reaction when ADAM takes effect. ADAM will support your body while your heart adjusts."
I try to think about something else.
Whatever happens, this was my choice. Remember that, I tell myself.
Then the darkness envelops me.
I have no heartbeat.
Calm. Calm down.
Find out where you are.
I look around.
All I can see.
I stand up.
I walk forward, with my hand out, and touch a wall. I let the wall guide me as I start walking left. I find another wall, and then another. When I expect the fourth one, I find a hallway. I decide this is the only way out, so I walk down the passageway.
How long is this? I wonder after what feels like ten minutes. Then again, I think, there is no way I can tell.
How long have I been asleep?
Blue Eyes in FlamesWhen the prince sees the flower bloom from the palm of her hand, he orders her arrest.
She is only seven years old.
He takes the flower from her and keeps it, even though he knows he shouldn't. He puts it a vase, or, rather, his servant does that for him. The flower doesn't ever die, even years later.
It's dawn of a December morning, and he's cold. But still, he stands next to his father dutifully and looks at the little girl with blue eyes that are now black from seven nights sleeping on a cold, dungeon floor behind bars. They cut off her dark brown hair during that time. She's tied to the pyre, and there are seven guards around her, holding sharper swords than normal, not that she could get away. There's one man dressed in black holding an unlit torch, with a mask over his face to prevent his death. His father raises his arm, and the torch is lit.
She locks her gaze to his, and he blinks at her. It's like she expects him to prevent it. He couldn't, though, he can't. She scares him, w
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