

Weekly Challenge 07うそ 裏切り 忘れ そ知らぬ 本当に失望している。Weekly Challenge 07
You don't understand? Neither do I.
C'est la vie.


Weekly Challenge 06As a child, I liked visiting my grandma. She had an old antiquary store in a quiet road, some blocks away from our house. It was her store and her home in one, the kind of place full of stuffed parrots and blackened brass tins. Dark, dusty, full of things I didn't understand and could have broken easily, but she always let me roam through the mess without saying a word. And I can't remember anything ever broke.Weekly Challenge 06
She was a nice lady, I guess, tiny, withered, with strong silver hair I could stare at for hours. She didn't talk much, we weren't very close. Somehow, that distance between us couldn't be come over that easily. &nbs


Weekly Challenge 05Do you know that problem? Ah, I guess you don't...Weekly Challenge 05
Okay, don't laugh at me. DON'T. What I tell you now hasn't been made up, and my doctors can assure you that I'm totally sane. Honestly. I've let them check... five times. Now they try to throw me out if I just visit them to deliver Christmas cards.
It's really simple. I get a drink. Or I stare into a puddle. Or a swimming pool. It doesn't matter which kind of liquid, as long as I can stare into it.
Have you ever tried that? Most people agree that it's hypnotic. But I don't get hypnotized. I know because others witnessed that one second, they saw me gazin


Weekly Challenge 04Though I knew nothing would happen to me here, I couldn't let go of the tension my whole body was cramped in. The old woman's hutt wasn't as small as it had looked from outside, I guess the biggest part was hidden by the overgrowing wood. One day, it'd swallow the whole house, including her. Like a sacrifice to the gods of the forest in exchange for a long life in their grounds.Weekly Challenge 04
The woman had taken me in for tonight. I had been hungry and terribly exhausted when the lights of her house had shown up in the darkness. I still had no idea how long my journey through the wilderness had been. A day maybe, but it felt like half a lifesp
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Broken wings won't ever fly again.
humans prefer a fake smile, not an honest tear. I understand now.
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T H E L A S T S E C R E T G A R D E N ... I S H E R E
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Broken wings won't ever fly again.
humans prefer a fake smile, not an honest tear. I understand now.
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T H E L A S T S E C R E T G A R D E N ... I S H E R E
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