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. This coercion-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
“DO YOU LIKE Phineas and Ferb?” Albert asked Willow as they walked towards a large alley to not risk them both from being seen talking. For as felines and canines tend to shake paws in gregariousness, mice rarely confer with its geeky hunter who wanted to give information about the boss who apparently shared the same goal as the mice—Albert, in case that wasn’t obvious.“I do. Why do you ask?” Willow was lagging behind, but Albert paused a bit to make sure they’re walking a same pace with each other.He quoted Willow who apparently quoted one of the best shows ever made, “My watermelon?”Willow giggled in remembering it. The shades he wore covered his fresh-cried eyes but Albert can see his expression.“Yeah.”They found an area near the other side of the alley with tables and chairs. They sat there with a little bit more people around. They needed to be inconspicuous, but still be b
TITANINC WAS DIALLING someone onthe phone with someone as he dragged his fatass out of his rolling chair towards the fridge for some snacks. He wandered alone at the food cooler box to gnaw on something while talking. When the call connected, “Yellow,” he said. “What is it?” the person on the other side of the line had that voice modulator that made their speaking voice garbled as if it’s gargling. The static of the tweaked larynx-generated wind force was missing its proper enunciation, but it was still comprehensible. The low-bass joe setting was a bit reprehensible, though. “First of all, how are you?” Titanic greeted. “Get straight to the point, Fat.” The boss meant business. “Wow, what a snobby muffin.” Titanic bit a portion of the blueberry muffin he found on the fridge then swallowed before talking again. “But I guess that’s not something new.” “What is it?” Titanic paused for a while. “It’s about Willow.” “
ALBERT TOOK TOO long to process what was set front him. He thought of a peculiar case of his friend Benjamin Button-ing himself with the short time they haven’t seen each other first before a more logical answer. “Sweetie, who’s that?” a woman—in her early 40’s, at least—carrying another child came into the rectangular door frame. “A lady, and another kid?” The lady brushed off Albert’s narration of the people he saw and asked him, “Hello, what d