What came upon his expression rebounded into a joker face. From what was but him scrolling on his phone alone in his room, exploded into a motley audience of eyes, glancing at him as he seemed to be mid-sentence. Memories, foreign and unbeknownst to his figure, flooded in like a kaleidoscope of vivid events.
His name was Dr. B. Northal, keen philosopher ravaging the world through his words, chai...
Diaphanous ribbons, lustred past blinds crested with dust, as they caressed Marilyn’s back, boding her an alarm to wake up and enjoy the seeping future ahead of her. Entangled in bedsheets, Marilyn woke to a soft start, still half-asleep from her long slumber. Last night had been a haze, from dawn to far past dusk, she had stayed up, and the consequences lay formidable.
Tossing slightly, Marilyn...
Most people inherited treasured jewels when it came to their awnings. Diadems enriched with sapphires, rings with a multitude of gems carefully engraved in prongs, necklaces that bode of dragons or spiritual creatures, fierce or elegant, yet almighty all the same. For Willow, a single wisteria branch, the ends singed with poison and years of dread.
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To: Parasite 8997346
Welcome, to the rebirth and primary stage of parasitical journeys. We applaud you for reaching the level you have reached, attaining the vessel of a ‘human’ no less. Controlling human, parasites are known as ‘minds’ or ‘conscience’. However, with great cognitive developments, come many setbacks, that will lash themselves upon you to attempt to ruin your personnel. Alas, do no...
Ironically, lucid dreams, a theme far too familiar to Kai were what kept his sanity at bay; an escape, a second chance, a second world for him to enjoy. They allowed him to better control his life, storytell his unfortunate events into reciprocal stepping stones. It wasn’t delusional, they kept him sane, everyone else was just incapable of understanding this justification.
‘You see, Kai here, ret...
Eyes wide, breathing haphazard, perspiration mixed with blood trickled, wading down the exasperated expression on Aerith’s visage. Stood in centre of an unkempt room, an ocean tossed about with strewn sticky notes, tossed over bookshelves and ravaged clothing, was the girl set stoned in clocked in realisation, woven with shock and a torrent of over flooding thoughts.
Time had tired arms of clock...
Dead, are the moments that flutter within my soul. Gone, are the wisps of words, lustred out of your oral reign into a memento so divine, the magic of my life has dissipated, and now I grasp onto disintegrated thoughts. On the days where it was just me and you, just a text on the phone, or us, silent, but hand in hand, grains of sand slipped through so wistfully, so seamlessly, that us, intertwine...
