Who am I?
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anda sit up, a steely silence settling over the room. A small chill crawls upon anda and anda shiver involuntarily. The metallic smell of your "office" seems dark and scary now that anda are alone. anda know it's unreasonable to be scared; you've worked here for a while now and have stayed later than this. Maybe it's because anda can't hear the soft pitter patter of his footsteps, atau maybe it's because the radio just Lost battery; all anda know is that something feels wrong.
anda attempt to clear your mind, and to tunjuk yourself anda are okay (which anda actually aren't) and even try to smile (no one's there to see your pain, and the smile turns out to be a weak one). anda hear a faint click that makes your head snap around, but anda don't know what it is (but anda should've, it would made a difference), so anda go back to concentrating on your work.
It's your big break, a chance to prevail and make a better way ke hadapan in life. (— "Just one lebih minute, two lebih minutes, okay, only seventeen minit left, and then we can go, I promise."—)You feel the intense heat before the see the fire, unknowing, anda wipe your sweaty brow (—"Probably just no A/C in the summer, right mijo?"—). Soon anda feel small flames, licking up the walls as if saying, 'Too late, anda should've known better.'
anda spin around, and then back away, not watching where anda are going (you are too freaked out to be logical) and your back hits against the metal table, anda make an oomphsound and your breath escapes from you. anda take long, slow breaths and start to smell smoke, see lebih api, kebakaran coming through. What did they say about api, kebakaran safety again? anda rack your mind for answers. anda itik down (they always berkata the oxygen stays at the bottom of the room, right? atau was that the top?) and try to stay calm, even though anda just can't. (How would anda feel if anda were stuck in a metal room with no windows in a fire?)
A flame touches your leg and anda scream even though anda know that it wastes the precious (albeit little) oxygen anda have left.
anda scream, feeling your skin burn. Lists of profanities come out of your mouth as anda feel your air slowly leave the room.
Your throat burns from lack of air and your skin is now gone(or at least it feels like it's gone), anda can't even menanggung, bear to look down at yourself in fear of seeing yourself in a bad condition.
anda let a tear slide down your cheek in solitude, and let your breath go, anda let yourself fade and leave without too many regrets. Except one thing that anda don't regret, so with your last breath anda pray for him . . . then anda let go.
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A/N: I wasn't going to post this, but HecateA (yes, the HecateA berkata it was her favorite, so I decided I'd post it for her, because she's lovely, and my non-hug gift doesn't seem so amazing after all.
link is yet another snippet from my story on fanfiction.net (Who am I?), which is all saat person mystery pieces.
link: Reyna
link: Luke
[This is Esperanza Valdez.]
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anda sit up, a steely silence settling over the room. A small chill crawls upon anda and anda shiver involuntarily. The metallic smell of your "office" seems dark and scary now that anda are alone. anda know it's unreasonable to be scared; you've worked here for a while now and have stayed later than this. Maybe it's because anda can't hear the soft pitter patter of his footsteps, atau maybe it's because the radio just Lost battery; all anda know is that something feels wrong.
anda attempt to clear your mind, and to tunjuk yourself anda are okay (which anda actually aren't) and even try to smile (no one's there to see your pain, and the smile turns out to be a weak one). anda hear a faint click that makes your head snap around, but anda don't know what it is (but anda should've, it would made a difference), so anda go back to concentrating on your work.
It's your big break, a chance to prevail and make a better way ke hadapan in life. (— "Just one lebih minute, two lebih minutes, okay, only seventeen minit left, and then we can go, I promise."—)You feel the intense heat before the see the fire, unknowing, anda wipe your sweaty brow (—"Probably just no A/C in the summer, right mijo?"—). Soon anda feel small flames, licking up the walls as if saying, 'Too late, anda should've known better.'
anda spin around, and then back away, not watching where anda are going (you are too freaked out to be logical) and your back hits against the metal table, anda make an oomphsound and your breath escapes from you. anda take long, slow breaths and start to smell smoke, see lebih api, kebakaran coming through. What did they say about api, kebakaran safety again? anda rack your mind for answers. anda itik down (they always berkata the oxygen stays at the bottom of the room, right? atau was that the top?) and try to stay calm, even though anda just can't. (How would anda feel if anda were stuck in a metal room with no windows in a fire?)
A flame touches your leg and anda scream even though anda know that it wastes the precious (albeit little) oxygen anda have left.
anda scream, feeling your skin burn. Lists of profanities come out of your mouth as anda feel your air slowly leave the room.
Your throat burns from lack of air and your skin is now gone(or at least it feels like it's gone), anda can't even menanggung, bear to look down at yourself in fear of seeing yourself in a bad condition.
anda let a tear slide down your cheek in solitude, and let your breath go, anda let yourself fade and leave without too many regrets. Except one thing that anda don't regret, so with your last breath anda pray for him . . . then anda let go.
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A/N: I wasn't going to post this, but HecateA (yes, the HecateA berkata it was her favorite, so I decided I'd post it for her, because she's lovely, and my non-hug gift doesn't seem so amazing after all.
link is yet another snippet from my story on fanfiction.net (Who am I?), which is all saat person mystery pieces.
link: Reyna
link: Luke
[This is Esperanza Valdez.]
FORGOTTEN
He who is Doomed to walk The Forgotten Road,
Knows only sorrow and pain ,
For he himself is a shadow,
with nothing but death to gain.
Refuge
The boy in shadow sheds a tear,
as the Scent of Dawn draws hari near,
for it brings with it the time for talking,
and the Lies he must tell send him walking,
into the shadows,and out of the Burning Light,
as he seeks Refuge among the Beautiful Night.
Who am I?
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anda sit up, a steely silence settling over the room. A small chill crawls upon anda and anda shiver involuntarily. The metallic smell of your "office" seems dark and scary now that anda are alone. anda know it's unreasonable to be scared; you've worked here for a while now and have stayed later than this. Maybe it's because anda can't hear the soft pitter patter of his footsteps, atau maybe it's because the radio just Lost battery; all anda know is that something feels wrong.
anda attempt to clear your mind, and to tunjuk yourself anda are okay (which anda actually aren't) and even try to smile (no one's there to see your pain, and the smile turns out to be a weak one). anda hear a faint click that makes your head snap around, but anda don't know what it is (but anda should've, it would made a difference), so anda go back to concentrating on your work.
It's your big break, a chance to prevail and make a better way ke hadapan in life. (— "Just one lebih minute, two lebih minutes, okay, only seventeen minit left, and then we can go, I promise."—)You feel the intense heat before the see the fire, unknowing, anda wipe your sweaty brow (—"Probably just no A/C in the summer, right mijo?"—). Soon anda feel small flames, licking up the walls as if saying, 'Too late, anda should've known better.'
anda spin around, and then back away, not watching where anda are going (you are too freaked out to be logical) and your back hits against the metal table, anda make an oomphsound and your breath escapes from you. anda take long, slow breaths and start to smell smoke, see lebih api, kebakaran coming through. What did they say about api, kebakaran safety again? anda rack your mind for answers. anda itik down (they always berkata the oxygen stays at the bottom of the room, right? atau was that the top?) and try to stay calm, even though anda just can't. (How would anda feel if anda were stuck in a metal room with no windows in a fire?)
A flame touches your leg and anda scream even though anda know that it wastes the precious (albeit little) oxygen anda have left.
anda scream, feeling your skin burn. Lists of profanities come out of your mouth as anda feel your air slowly leave the room.
Your throat burns from lack of air and your skin is now gone(or at least it feels like it's gone), anda can't even menanggung, bear to look down at yourself in fear of seeing yourself in a bad condition.
anda let a tear slide down your cheek in solitude, and let your breath go, anda let yourself fade and leave without too many regrets. Except one thing that anda don't regret, so with your last breath anda pray for him . . . then anda let go.
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A/N: I wasn't going to post this, but HecateA (yes, the HecateA berkata it was her favorite, so I decided I'd post it for her, because she's lovely, and my non-hug gift doesn't seem so amazing after all.
link is yet another snippet from my story on fanfiction.net (Who am I?), which is all saat person mystery pieces.
link: Reyna
link: Luke
[This is Esperanza Valdez.]
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anda sit up, a steely silence settling over the room. A small chill crawls upon anda and anda shiver involuntarily. The metallic smell of your "office" seems dark and scary now that anda are alone. anda know it's unreasonable to be scared; you've worked here for a while now and have stayed later than this. Maybe it's because anda can't hear the soft pitter patter of his footsteps, atau maybe it's because the radio just Lost battery; all anda know is that something feels wrong.
anda attempt to clear your mind, and to tunjuk yourself anda are okay (which anda actually aren't) and even try to smile (no one's there to see your pain, and the smile turns out to be a weak one). anda hear a faint click that makes your head snap around, but anda don't know what it is (but anda should've, it would made a difference), so anda go back to concentrating on your work.
It's your big break, a chance to prevail and make a better way ke hadapan in life. (— "Just one lebih minute, two lebih minutes, okay, only seventeen minit left, and then we can go, I promise."—)You feel the intense heat before the see the fire, unknowing, anda wipe your sweaty brow (—"Probably just no A/C in the summer, right mijo?"—). Soon anda feel small flames, licking up the walls as if saying, 'Too late, anda should've known better.'
anda spin around, and then back away, not watching where anda are going (you are too freaked out to be logical) and your back hits against the metal table, anda make an oomphsound and your breath escapes from you. anda take long, slow breaths and start to smell smoke, see lebih api, kebakaran coming through. What did they say about api, kebakaran safety again? anda rack your mind for answers. anda itik down (they always berkata the oxygen stays at the bottom of the room, right? atau was that the top?) and try to stay calm, even though anda just can't. (How would anda feel if anda were stuck in a metal room with no windows in a fire?)
A flame touches your leg and anda scream even though anda know that it wastes the precious (albeit little) oxygen anda have left.
anda scream, feeling your skin burn. Lists of profanities come out of your mouth as anda feel your air slowly leave the room.
Your throat burns from lack of air and your skin is now gone(or at least it feels like it's gone), anda can't even menanggung, bear to look down at yourself in fear of seeing yourself in a bad condition.
anda let a tear slide down your cheek in solitude, and let your breath go, anda let yourself fade and leave without too many regrets. Except one thing that anda don't regret, so with your last breath anda pray for him . . . then anda let go.
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A/N: I wasn't going to post this, but HecateA (yes, the HecateA berkata it was her favorite, so I decided I'd post it for her, because she's lovely, and my non-hug gift doesn't seem so amazing after all.
link is yet another snippet from my story on fanfiction.net (Who am I?), which is all saat person mystery pieces.
link: Reyna
link: Luke
[This is Esperanza Valdez.]