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Zeckrombryan

Hope. Joy.. Feelings cloaked as words.

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Thriller / Mystery

“I’m Here.”

Sauntering back to my house in the frigid London night, the street lights stood in a single file at the right of the snowy road, orchestrated by the starry night and the din of the hubbub, fluctuating my heart in... Continue Reading →

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Messing With Anger

Routine, 6 in the evening, back from work, I was using the same route back home. Sprinkled with a light jam, inundated with the frustration from my failures and embarrassment carried back from work, with the windows winded down, the... Continue Reading →

Walking On Thin Ice

It was winter, snowing, crystalline white flaked the vicinity that I lived in. The sun glistened across the ice, refracting its glorious resplendence into my vision. A pang of excitement hit me as I got out of my wooden house,... Continue Reading →

Rattlesnake

Living at the edge of Floridian soil, leading a hunter's life with a lovely family of three, cashing in trophies and games for a living. I had been doing this for more than two decades, it was a family tradition.... Continue Reading →

Faceless

Meditating, cross-legged in the waterfall. The water pummeled against my whole being, pressurising my aura, fortifying it into a tougher state. My katana laid silently on my lap. Time was relative. I kept my posture as long as I could... Continue Reading →

Snipped

My head was awakened with knocks of the damned nightmarish droning of the hollowed hideout of the enemy. Skimming the sides of the surrounding in a blurred manner, a brief memory told me that we were captured by the enemy,... Continue Reading →

Clipped

Bathed, it was the dead of the night where everyone had shut off into their reverie where I was here, scoured away the burden that was adhesive to my body for the week. Wreathed in the towel, I leaped gently... Continue Reading →

Surrounded

CHOO! CHOO! I got into the freight train that was leaving for London just in the nick of time, the assassins could not get to me as I outran, outsmarted them. Dusting away the remnants of soot that stained my clothes,... Continue Reading →

Decisions. Dilemma.

Hands trembling, legs quivering, my subcutaneous layer was still raging with the lingering sensation of the burning pit of rubble. The mask felt heavy against my head, I removed it, sweat poured out unto the cold hard ground concocted with... Continue Reading →

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