Running while dodging pulse rays and stunt bullets from behind, Sunja Meris jumped and leaped over a rough cement barricade, and landed hard on the damp grass sliding down a steep slope as though she had broken into an amusement park. The slide carried her to the Falcon Bay Water Way, which was still in construction, had provided little friction between her oversize raincoat and the slippery surface. Muzzle flashes flickered after her, but none of the shots had scored a hit.
Meris, laying flat...
Summer is My Business & Other Unrelated Stuff
Have you ever felt like the Winter's too long and the Summer's too short? Are you like me who hate the both the cold and the hot but enjoy the nature? And why is that?
Do we despise the four seasons from our own experience, or do we prejudice against them in flavor of the Autumn?
How could people not sweat in such a hot day under the direct sunlight? Look at me, I am already sweating. My forehead, my nose, the skins that wrapped around my mouth, my chest, my back, my feet, they are all wet and...
Birdy
It would be some days later when that car crash actually happen, but it had already happened though, I had seen it in my sleep.
I have this visions that allow me to peak at the future at night, during sleep. What triggers it, how exactly it works, when would the event take place, why do I see what I see, I don't know. I can't answer you. It is beyond my control. I'm just the receiver at the end. I can't communicate with the future, I can't decide what I see, I can't perform any decisive action,...
Class In Session
Pigeon knows its way home, so does little Jim. His friends call him Lil Jim, just because he's short. How short? Well, he's about a meter shorter than the average for kids in the sixth grade. But his height's not the only thing that belittled him. Lil Jim also has eyes that stretched open in the size of a pin hole. And that's the reason why he's always seen wearing that stupid goggle that glows in the dark. You can always tell which toilet box Lil Jim is in by looking for his light. That, and because...
House Moving--Done
I'm back. I have been slacking off again because, one, I was moving, and two, the World Cup (Go Netherlands/Germany, either team winning will satisfy my ego and desire and so many restless night).
Back to moving. So far as I remember, I have moved house four times. The first to the third times I couldn't recall being of any significant help. And by significant I mean that I didn't help moving large household utilities or furniture or any objects physically. I was weak then, okay?
The first...
Crack on Attic
Danny Sullivan was nine. School was dreadful, so was his four adult siblings whom loathed him by sight. Danny, being the smallest but also brightest kid in his class, was often bullied, soon found his shelter on the attic. He enjoyed the quiet solitary moment more than anything else. He didn't even liked cartoons that was playing on the television. All he wanted was peace and calm. He'd earned them, he thought.
Everyday, after school, before dinner, before bed, Danny'd be at his own...
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