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He didn't want to go out on such a night but when he looked inside of his fridge, he figured that he had to, otherwise he’d starve. Surely in a normal situation, one could open up an app and order take out, maybe Chinese or Thai or even a juicy burger- but alas those were not normal circumstances, because he didn’t live in a normal town. Kelin cleared his throat as he tiredly made his way to his room, sitting down heavily on the worn mattress of his bed and making the frame moan under his weight, fishing his black combat boots from under the bed and putting them on. He did use his nail to pick at the crusty, copper-like substance that had dried on the very tip of his spiky shoes, but with a click of his tongue he gave up on trying to clean it. Next was grabbing a warm jacket that he wore to university before dropping out. It had the logo on the back, flashy, of a pufferfish with zombie's eyes and it’s tongue out. They were known as the Poison Zombies or whatever it was, and it’s not

There was something quite not right about the window. She rested her hand on her chin and peered at it confused, her head tipped to the side. It seemed to be reflecting her own image and her lips pursed in confusion. Sighing deeply, she took a piece of cloth and spritzed the cleaning product on the thin fabric before approaching the window and rubbing furiously. Her image mimicked the action, with the same infuriating expression she bore. Her upper lip would tug upwards, her knuckles would squeeze the fabric while she rubbed- turning almost white. She felt the pad of her fingers beginning to burn with the friction and pulled away, breathing heavily. Shoulders would slump forward as she peered at the blurry reflection, which seemingly stopped reflecting until it did again. An angry yell left her frustrated lips and she dashed forward, using her fists to bang against the seemingly frail glass- Although strong, she couldn’t even crack the glass. When did all of her windows turn into

As he flicked through the letters, a small, handwritten envelope caught his attention and his heart began to thump. Truth be told he wasn’t expecting the yellow-ish envelope with tarnished seal. His fingers plucked it from the mess of letters and he inspected the back, then the front, looking for any names or tips from who could’ve sent it: but it was blank. His lips pursed in curiosity while anxiety bubbled by his throat. It wasn’t possible anyway for her to have written that latter, for many reasons, but the very sticker that looked like a vintage flower was very telling. Swallowing thickly he brought the letters inside the house, leaving them all on a neat wooden table by the door and picking up the special one. He held it delicately in between his thumb and index as he sat on the kitchen table, his eyes flickering to the fridge where a picture of him and his wife was being held by a magnet. They were both smiling, in front of Disneyland, and she sported a huge baby bump. He

Everything about her was a lie. From the puckered lips filled with fat to the voluptuous body and the gorgeous hair. The cat claws decorated in transparent pink, the breasts perky and round and the behind as smooth as though she was twenty again, and addicted to the gym. Her husband, chiselled to the Gods, with a sculptural body and devilish smile- he too, was a facade. His eyes would shimmer in murky greens when they glared at her, but his body would be indulged and sweat with another young girl underneath him. So their love was also a lie. She had two children. Twins. A girl and a boy. Although she and her husband were very much white, the kids were tan and with delicate, asian eyes. Filipino, they were. They went to the best school, and now were high schoolers with their own lives, but with extremely rich parents who gave them almost zero to no affection- but bought everything they wanted, thus, their family life was a lie. They all lived in a huge house by a lake, with an