justmapao
This is not a story. It´s not. And the principal character is not a character and the villian is just a man who decided to run a company that happened to ruin yours. This is not a story and you are not important. You were warned before you came. You decided you'd take this as a challenge, being one in billions.
The icing of the cakes, of the special cakes the master had ordered her servants. It wasn't of any surprise to her when she tasted the deliciously made meal, but, what was it, that tasted so odd?
The instructions had been given. Lights had been turned off and it was time to sleep. His wrists still made a cracking sound from all the work he had been doing throughout the whole day, but it was finally time to let go off the pain and breathe in and out as to let problems stop colliding with each other.
It's been minutes. Seconds. Time. Time since I first saw the light. Since I first looked at the ceiling and wondered what was life about. Now is the time to wonder again. And I wish those minutes had all been the same, all full of childhood and strenght and pretty faces.