NOT THE PLACE; not the time.
...your mother still would probably be alive today
he’s a better son than you are
How dare you.
Be mindful how you speak, Charles
To everyone who's reached here: you're all my sunshine betwixt the blue black, white and red.
THE SUSTAINING LOWER line and the half-note see-saws of MaksimMrvca’sClaudine woke the shady tree-named man from his 8-hour sleep. He opened his eyes, lowered his legs from his straightened body to meet his bedroom slippers. He sat there at the bedside to savour the 52-key awakening ballad more during this weekday of a morning. Then, exactly after 4 minutes and 31 seconds, he switched themusicto the more upbeat one. Tchaikovsky’s Waltz of the Flowers seemed like an obvious choice, so he went with it. And with the amazing half a minute mark of a height elevation, he switched from
THERE ARE SEVERAL reasons why August returning back to the car at this moment calls for an upset face like a wet weekend. Firstly, the impromptu conversation with the ice cream lady didn’t go as smoothly as he’d expected. Then, the much-needed information about the bride-to-be's orbs is stuck at the ultimate caboose of his brain. And though the rails go smoothly, no horseshoe turn could make this curve of a brain fart attest to his unspoken theory.But thirdly, the mostheart-breakingreason...“Sir? Where’s the vanilla ice cream?” Bright asked when August got back.
ALL AROUND THE world, a number of people continued to suffer from things that they, either did not mean to do, or have forgotten something they did. No, this is just not a case of the Mondays, or a 2009 comedy film by Todd Philips; this is a more serious form of unwillingness.Thiscoercion-type feat grew at an alarming rate as more people became susceptible to light-headed, one-sided conversation conversions. And though most people use this method for therapy or for medicine, there are more fatalistic apriorism that this process.There had been some reports of different ways they’ve had the experience. Some tell of the method that used their memories of the past to expose some of their strongest emotions. Others say they’ve been heavily suggested the things they didn’t
“YOUR BROTHER SAYS hi.” Albert’s words were the first out of August’s mouth when they got situated at the commodious Victorian-style interior that Caine had. The concoction of colour and patterns splashed their feeble fashion to shame as theirslacks-and-jackets combo said nothing to Caine’s vest overshadowed their regulation wear while his top hat hid theirfear under the shadow of its width. “Ah, haven’t seen him in a while. How was he?” Caine had his fingers and crossed with the tip of his feetdirected towards August.
4thof July 2016 5:00 AM Willow started his day with a very fast-pacedFantasieImpromptu to signify a day of hard work. For when Chopin got chopping with those black and white keys, Willow was already car-bound towards the last location Albert has been spotted. He swayed his head and attempted to sing the record using only the babbling and blathering of his lips and tongue knocking boots towards the palate.Whenever the six-minute wonder wouldconcludeitself
“HOW DID YOU get in here?” the man afraid for his life screamed so loud he almost destroyed a bloodvesselin his neck.Caine just sat there...menacingly calm and collected. Some of the things he collected are: the position of the man stood in front of him; how many exits are there; and of course, the wine bottle infromof him.“Abiram Alana; the—”“
ALANA WAS STOOD behind the corner, grief-stricken as his friends—the people he’s been through a lot with—berated each other to the point of no return. Some of them have died in savage ways while their brain, Caine, got captured not long ago. His brother Albert tried to covertly rescue him, but all that did was dishearten everyone else when he left them all with no command. “Do you, or do you not stand by with the plan?” Leopold roared at the congregation in front of him as they walked away from the rest. “It’s over Leo. Let us just leave in peace.” They left with their t
FAT TITANIC COMPILED all the information he had of Charles in one big binder blend. Unlike the other two he did, this one had a very different purpose, for Charles whose hands reek of cleanliness from blood. Even when his family and friends metaphorically rounded up during the holidays to hang heads to roast them on the open fire, he never had the urges to do the same with them. Maybe that’s one big reason he resented Pierre; their circuits were really incompatible with each other.Nevertheless, Titanic still finished his work as he patted himself in the back for his job well done. The background noise was an original with the news reporting of the list he sent Spices using Charles’ fingerprints. He secretly got it when they shook hands the previous week. He now just let it dry beside his lampshade. At the other side of the light-giver, there laid three binders: Caine Meyer, Albert Meyer and one he still hasn’t named. He looked at the picture inside and proc