《Phantasmagoria》 1. The Tower The bell rang. Uncle went to open the door, mommy and daddy were at work so I was at My aunt and uncle¡¯s house. I was carefully positioning the last piece of the castle I built. A loud *thud* made it crumble. It made me sad.. ¡°Uncle~..! You made my castle crumble..¡± I took my favorite block back, a pink cube, and started making the castle again. The fake cyclamen flower I had used as a flag was under some other blocks so I removed them and took it out, carefully checking if it had been damaged. I heard aunt and someone else shout in the kitchen, so I turned around, curious. A man I never saw stood by the living room¡¯s entrance looking at me with a baffled expression, he was so funny I giggled a little. At that, the man shout while he slightly turned his head to the left, looking backwards. ¡°J-John! I.. I think we¡¯ve got a problem!¡± Royal Road is the home of this novel. Visit there to read the original and support the author. I heard someone grunting and tilted my head. ¡®Who are these people?¡¯ Another man came in the living room and made an annoyed face before he saw me. He grinned, but somehow it scared me a little. I backed up a bit but as I didn¡¯t want to make my castle crumble again I had to stop. ¡°Well, well, well~ look who¡¯ve got here~¡± ¡°John..?¡± The man named John slowly walked to me, now with a more gentle smile, similar to daddy¡¯s. He picked me up on his arm and looked at me straight into the eyes. As always, I was scared to fall off so I gripped his clothes, constantly looking down. ¡°What¡¯s your name, missy?¡± Continue reading here~ 2. Death Also, no, it''s neither a reincarnation story nor will stuff similar to the ones in this chapter be presented again. Warning: Mature content ahead.
¡°.. Where are mommy and daddy.. ?¡± I don¡¯t remember how many times I asked that. It¡¯s been one week since John and Carl took me away from uncle and aunt¡¯s house. They brought me to some kind of apartment, saying no one would hear me. I didn¡¯t understand at first. My room had no window, but there was one of those things that changes the air in the room. John always turns it on. I curled up on my bed, gripping and bringing over myself the light blanket they gave me. I was also given a warm shirt that reached my ankles in exchange for my old clothes. When I asked why I had to give them my clothes, John said neither of them wanted to waste time washing them. I haven¡¯t washed myself since I was at home. I rarely saw Carl, he only brought me food twice a day. John visited me almost every day, sometimes even more than once. He hurt me. It hurt me. It hurt me so much.. *sniff* mommy.. please.. save me.. *hic* it hurts daddy.. *hic* ¡°Uuuuuuuuwwaaaaaaahhhh..¡±
John began getting tired of me. He said that like this, I¡¯m no good. That I should react more. I thought that maybe, if I continued like that, he¡¯d bring me back to mommy and daddy. After some days he said he killed ¡°mom¡± because I didn¡¯t do as he said. I tilted my head in confusion as I knew no one named ¡°mom.¡± He then said that ¡°mom¡± was how everyone called mommy while ¡°dad¡± was daddy. John said daddy would be next, but I didn¡¯t believe him. If you stumble upon this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it. He continued to lie to so I tried to punch him, but John just slapped me and went away. He didn¡¯t return for a while but when he did, he brought a photo of dad and mom. They were both lying on the ground on a big pool of blood. I tore the photo to pieces, screaming ¡°No! It¡¯s a lie! You¡¯re lying!¡± This time, he punched me in the tummy. It hurt, almost as much as that time. ¡°They are dead, if not, why are you still here?¡± John¡¯s words as he left my room echoed in my mind. ¡®No! No! NO! IT¡¯S NOT TRUE!¡¯ I kept thinking to myself for days, probably. I knew how much time I spent here by counting the times Carl visited me. Every two days I added a day on the wall, behind the bed. I broke some of my nails, but I had nothing better to do. My black hair felt all oily and dirty, my hands and feet were covered by sick stuff, it was all brown but when I strongly brushed it, it would peel off. I was dirty. I felt dirty. John made me dirtier with each visit. I stunk, but the thingy that changed the air made it so that my room didn¡¯t stink, so at night I covered my body with the blanket, leaving my head out so I didn¡¯t have to smell my odor. Continue reading here~ 3. The Emperor Zinnia was a rather tall woman, almost 190cm tall, with long curly brown hair and brown eyes. She was in her mid-forties and everyone knew how capable she was in defending herself after years training in martial arts and military duty. Though she liked to smoke a cheap mark of cigarettes. She never had children but she had been married once and also had been in a different engagement. Neither stories, and others, worked out in the end, because to Zinnia her work was definitely more important. Oleander was sifting through her documents when the call came. Zinnia was the Supervisory Special Agent of the FBI, she and her subordinates mostly occupied themselves with solving cases of missing people. The call had been passed to her because the caller claimed to have vital information about the location of a kidnapped person. ¡°Hello, Sgt. Zinnia Oleander here. With whom do I have the pleasure to speak?¡± ¡°..Track this call. If you do, you will find the location of Lily White and her two kidnappers. She is still alive.¡± Zinnia frowned. She didn¡¯t take well to prank calls, but if this turned out to be all true and she just ignored it, she wouldn¡¯t possibly be able to forgive herself. This narrative has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. If you see it on Amazon, please report it. ¡°Hello? Sir? Sir, are you still there?¡± She tried to talk with the caller once again, but while the call itself was still there, the person who made the call seemed gone. Zinnia sighed and put the phone on her desk. She looked up and saw her squad members watching her, so she just motioned them to come to her desk. ¡°Frederick, track this call while it¡¯s still connected. Samantha, search for any missing person by the name ¡°Lily White.¡± Marco, assist Samantha for now, then switch to Frederick. I¡¯m going to talk to the Director about this.¡± As Zinnia stood up, the others walked away and began their work. The Director¡¯s office was some floors above them so she just took a lift. She needed to talk with the Director to ask for a possible need to dispatch some agents to break in the kidnappers¡¯ house. Zinnia lightly knocked on the door and opened it. ¡°Come in.¡± Continue reading here~ 4. The Moon Lily was curled up on her mother''s laps while her father sat at their side. Zinnia, too, was seating in the back of the car, near Lily and her mother. Everyone understood they situation, so they all kept quiet about the little girl''s unsafe seating location. Mrs. White was constantly kissing her daughter, sometimes stroking her cheek on Lily''s head. Mr. White patted her back while he firmly held on her hand, not minding the fact that Lily was only a tiny bit away from drawing his blood with her nails. Zinnia kept thinking about the moment the paramedic had checked the girl''s upper part of the body. Neither her and the paramedic said anything about it because the girl seemed fine, but it was probably the most problematic thing. Lily had signs of injections on her arms. Zinnia frowned hard. It''s situation like this one that made her remember how much was her squad needed, how much joy she could bring, and how people can be such low-lives. ''Scum.. they drugged and raped her for years..'' The car stopped, indicating that they were finally at the hospital. Covered in a clean blanket taken from the ambulance, Lily was carried by her father inside as he and her mother, along with Zinnia and her squad, followed the two paramedics. A doctoress with two nurses were already waiting for them and lead the group to a waiting room near where Lily is going to be thoroughly checked. If you stumble upon this narrative on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. Martha, Lily¡¯s mother, was handed over some temporary slippers which Lily then wore. One of the nurses motioned Mrs. White to follow the doctoress and the nurse that went ahead. Martha put an arm over Lily¡¯s shoulders and held them, helping her to stay steady on her own feet. After two or three steps, though, Lily looked behind her, toward Christopher, her father. Lily raised one arm toward him while with the other she firmly held on to her mother¡¯s dress. Chris was visibly torn. He didn¡¯t want to let go of his daughter, even if it was for just a short amount of time, but he also knew he couldn¡¯t go with her at the moment. Zinnia watched the man tightly clenching his fists. She sighed, scratched her head and got up. ¡°Come on kid, let¡¯s go.¡± Saying so, Zinnia gently held Lily¡¯s outstretched hand and stared at her eyes. The girl seemed to calm down a bit as she accepted to leave her father behind. Still, Lily stole one or two side-glances in his direction before she entered the examination room. Continue reading here~ 5. Judgement Since I don¡¯t think I explained it correctly last chapter, let me clarify: Lily sees every flower blue, but at the same time she knows which colour it really is. For example, she sees a blue rose, but instantly knows it¡¯s a yellow rose. If asked which colour it is, she¡¯ll say blue (her hallucinations are in shades from white to a dark blue, almost black) but if she were to draw the flower, she¡¯ll use the real colour. I¡¯ll put the real colour of the flower in square parentheses if I know I won¡¯t be able to make Lily say it.
I sat on the couch as I drew the beautiful blue orchid I saw at the entrance of my house. Today was very cold, so dad gave me a warm blanket and was preparing me some hot chocolate, even if he was busy. He and mother were talking in the kitchen with Ashley, who came to visit us a merry christmas. I found it a bit strange, it was still a long way before christmas, I think. During the past seven days (which I discovered was how many days were in a week!) I spent a lot of time with mom and dad going around town while holding hands, buying cute clothes and undergarments, visiting the zoo and lunapark and watching films at the cinema while eating popcorns. Mother cooked various delicious things for me, which she said were quite healthy and useful for my recovery. Still, every day I had to make various exercises, like jogging, lifting weights and stretching, and also visit Ashley. When I first came back home, it felt so familiar and yet so different that I was disoriented. The only thing that hadn¡¯t changed a bit was my room, or so mom said. Even though I had my own room, I¡¯ve only been sleeping in the big bed with mom and dad, they were the ones to ask me to do so, but frankly, I didn¡¯t want to sleep alone. I was sure I¡¯d remember john. Olly said to forget about John and Carl, she said some guy called S. Tate already took care of them and that I¡¯ll never see them again. The narrative has been illicitly obtained; should you discover it on Amazon, report the violation. I paid a visit to Olly yesterday, dad brought me to her house. It was really big! It had a spacious kitchen which also doubled as a dining room, two bedrooms, one with a big bed, like the one in mom and dad¡¯s room, while the other was half the first¡¯s size. The guest room, how Olly called it, was quite clean with everything being in order, but it lacked that personal touch you¡¯d feel in other people¡¯s rooms. Other than a big brown wardrobe and a white bedside table with a metallic-coloured lamp on it, there was only the gray bed and pillow along with a medium-sized window that showed the backyard. Olly¡¯s room was quite messy. The dull magenta coloured blanket over the bed was still tangled and all over the place over the mattress. Some clothes were on the floor and a door of the white wardrobe (which occupied an entire wall) was open. There was an identical bedside table on each side of the bed, both an aquamarine green, with a vibrant green lamp, along three books, on one and some photos and knick-knacks, along with an ashtray and a pack of cigarettes, on the other. Gray curtains hid a big window behind, this one offering a better view of the garden in the backyard. Continue reading here~ 6. The Magician Yawning, Natalie stood up from her bed and walked toward her wardrobe first and cabinet second. She took out today¡¯s clothes: a white shirt, a dull green cardigan, jeans, white socks, light blue bra and panties. Her vision was still a bit fuzzy, making her wobbly, but she still managed to reach her bathroom without tumbling. Once she was inside, she closed the door behind her and the window¡¯s curtain. Then she began undressing, taking off her pajama, before she opened the shower¡¯s glass door. Natalie entered and put one of the many shampoos and shower gels each on the shower¡¯s tiled floor. Then she exited, used the toilet and checked for any unnecessary things that shouldn¡¯t be on one (a woman) ¡¯s body. Not noticing anything wrong, Natalie once again entered the shower, this time closing the glass door and washing herself. It took a while to clean her waist-long hair, but she liked them so it wasn¡¯t much of an hassle. Almost an hour later Natalie was done and so she went out of the shower. She dried herself and put on her panties, socks and jeans. Maxing out the hair dryer¡¯s settings, she spent a good twenty minutes drying her chestnut coloured hair while she sat on the small chair she kept in the bathroom. Once done, she wiped her upper body before wearing her bra, shirt and cardigan. Natalie randomly choose a deodorant and used it. She knew it would have been easier and simpler to use it before she put on her shirt and cardigan, but she liked to use deodorants and perfumes after she was completely clothed. Done that, she opened the bathroom¡¯s door, the curtain and the window to let fresh air circle in. It was winter already but Natalie loved the cold so it wasn¡¯t such a big deal. Still, her parents always nagged her when they saw her do that or something similar. She sat on the chair and combed her hair until she felt satisfied, at that point Natalie put the comb away and started braiding her hair in her favorite (and only) style, the bohemian side braid. After that, Natalie got up and finally checked herself in the mirror. Her eyebrows were thin, and so were also her soft red lips and turned up nose. Her eyes were black and her skin was a light pink. Content that nothing horrible happened to her face during the night, Natalie pondered if she should apply a bit of eyeliner and glosslip before exiting the bathroom, but decided not to. Enjoying this book? Seek out the original to ensure the author gets credit. She steadily walked to the living room and sat on the end of the sofa, near where she last left her shoes. A bit later Natalie went to the kitchen and fixed herself some breakfast, milk with cereals and pear juice, as she still had time before she had to go. She leisurely took her purse along the car and house keys and exited the house, locking the door. Natalie drove for around forty minutes before she arrived at the nice looking detatched house where she would work for the following days. As she parked the car near the house, she caught a glimpse of the flower-filled garden in the backyard. She calmly walked toward the door while paying attention not to slip. Even if it was cleared away, the snow had already made the ground wet. After she rang the doorbell, a woman in her her late thirties opened the door. The woman had curly red hair that reached her shoulders and clear blue eyes, her figure seemed well proportioned but her clothes were too baggy to know for sure. She was also a bit taller than Natalie, as the missus was around 170cm tall. The woman¡¯s lips formed a thin smile as she looked Natalie over. ¡°Hello, I¡¯m Natalie Fern, I¡¯m here to be the tutor of Lily.¡± Natalie spoke first and offered her hand for a greeting. The woman shook it and replied after they both entered inside the house. The temperature was quite high in confront to the cold outside. ¡°Hello. I¡¯m Martha White, feel free to call me Martha. Ashley told us a lot about you, we hope you won¡¯t find this job a bother.¡± The hallway the two were in was quite spacious, the walls were a light cream, almost white, colour. On one side were coat hooks, on the other were old family photos. At the end of the hallway you could see the stairs to the floor above and another hallway to the left. A few meters from the entrance were the living room to the right and what seemed a dining room to the left. Natalie handed Martha her jacket and talked again. Continue reading here~ 7. The Hierophant In the last three years, Miss Fern (or Natalie, how I normally call her) taught me a lot of things, so now I can go to school. I¡¯m 17 now but tomorrow, when school finally starts, I¡¯ll be a tenth grader. Differently from my peers, I¡¯ll be one year older, but that¡¯s okay as I want to experience all three years of high school. Natalie said that university and college are really different from high school, so after pestering my parents for a long time I was able to attend school from the tenth grade instead of the eleventh grade. I really love mom and dad, and I¡¯m thankful for this chance to enjoy life normally. Well, I already know the tenth grade curriculum and I am halfway through the eleventh, but that¡¯s okay. It¡¯s 11PM and, while staring blankly at the ceiling, I feel too excited about tomorrow¡¯s events. I can¡¯t sleep, I¡¯m restless. I know it¡¯s not gonna be always good, but that¡¯s okay because life is like that. It¡¯s not always good and it¡¯s not always bad, it¡¯s got ups and downs and it always tries to shake up your routine when you less expect it. Looking to my side, I can see various Moluccella laevis, or Bells of Ireland, sprouting from the floor to greet me, making me feel even more excited as they wish me good luck. Stolen novel; please report.
From inside the car, I could see all sorts of people entering the school building. Professors, both young and old, were easily recognizable by their mature attitude. Most of them were like that, at least. Also, a lot of the passing students greeted them with a minimum of respect. I could feel my stomach trying to give me back my breakfast. Excitement and anxiety were overwhelming my senses, until a warm hand held my own, which was slightly trembling. I hadn¡¯t even noticed it. ¡°Don¡¯t worry kitten, it¡¯s gonna be alright. I¡¯m sure you are going to fit in and enjoy yourself.¡± Mom stared at me in the eyes as she spoke. Her confident words and radiant smile seemingly gave me the strength to nod. I held my backpack, entirely covered with a photo of a galaxy/the space, tighter. It was really nice looking, but after seeing a couple of the girls¡¯ backpacks I thought that maybe it was too flashy. Continue reading here~ 8. The Sun In the end this chapter got shorter than what I wanted >w> Anyway, see ya in the next chapter, later today or tomorrow.
The rest of the day wasn¡¯t much different and, to my relief, my classmates did whisper after someone introduced him/herself. It placated my rampaging heart, even if, after thinking back on it, I found the level of gossip in my class to be fairly high. Natalie did tell me about how much teenagers (and old ladies) loved gossiping, but I certainly didn¡¯t it was to such an extent. Maybe it was only my class? Lightly shaking my head sideways, I held up my trail choke full of food (how was I supposed to eat so much?!) and scanned the cafeteria for some empty seats. I did see some, but what caught my eyes was that there were seats outside in the open garden too. I decided to have lunch under the beautiful sky, which tonality resembled the colour ¡°deep sky blue.¡± A curious name to my opinion. This story originates from a different website. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there.A round table with four seats, covered by an umbrella. I put the trail on it, made my backpack gently slide from my shoulder to the ground and sat on the military-green metal chair. A few mouthful of food later, a girl with shoulder-length, straight red hair, green eyes, pale skin and a cute frilly white one-piece stood in front of me. Her backpack was hidden by her body, but in front of her, held by both her hands, was a trail with food on it. ¡°Can I join you?¡± She asked with a small smile. I knew her. Alice Halton, my classmate. I remembered her saying that she was from New Orleans. Quite away from here. Like me, she was alone. Is that why she approached me? To make friends? Well, I certainly don¡¯t mind; I, too, am in search of friends. Let¡¯s hope for a nice and long friendship~ *Nod* ¡°Go ahead.¡± Continue reading here~ 9. Temperance Next are three chaps of Twisted Nerves! Also, I added some more text at the end of the last chapter, so go read it before you continue! Blame Tory Brennan and Hajime Nagumo for this delay in my release lol
Wednesday, the second day of school. My excitement hasn¡¯t died down, not completely. I suppose it¡¯s going to be a nice day, yesterday they told us that today we would be shown the available elective course in the gymnasium after lunch. We¡¯ll have to hand in a paper in which we¡¯ll specify what course we¡¯re going to attend to, there¡¯s a minimum of one course and a maximum of three. I already know what elective courses there are, but actually seeing what they do and stuff it¡¯s better, I believe. Before having breakfast, just two toast with jam and some juice, I took a quick shower and put on yesterday¡¯s clothes. They¡¯re still clean and we can¡¯t really wash them after each use, unless they¡¯re visibly dirty and stink. It¡¯d be a waste. Mom brought me to school today too, it¡¯s the arrangement my parents agreed on. A week mom then a week dad, for the first two months. Afterwards, I¡¯ll begin taking the bus. I was made to memorize the route and which bus I have to take. Enjoying this book? Seek out the original to ensure the author gets credit. The weather was pretty tame, a chilly wind blew sometimes but as there was no cloud in the sky, the heat from the sun didn¡¯t make it cold. Pretty nice. In the car, while going to school, mom gave me a worried look. It wasn¡¯t anything serious, just that, at times, I like to touch and feel the wonderful blue flowers I see. I know they aren¡¯t real, but being able to see and feel them so clearly, though rarely, makes me forget it. After a quick stop by my locker, a green, tall metal box with a rather long password, I went to class. I put inside tomorrow¡¯s book that I wouldn¡¯t need today and took out all the others. My family certainly wasn¡¯t low on money, dad was a lawyer and mom was a professional cook with her own personal 4-star restaurant, but the school books weren¡¯t cheap. All ranged from 20$ to 30$. Natalie wanted to give me hers, but they.. didn¡¯t contain the required information. *Giggle* Continue reading here~ 10. Strength Chapter 10! It''s time to post a list of the charas present in this novel, you''ll find the link at the end as new people will join in in this chapter and I wouldn''t want to spoil you lol And my comeback to school was really tiring, sorry for my absence~
Other than the visual art, foreign languages and JROTC electives, there were also the culinary course, journalism (the school¡¯s newspaper), the choir and some computer science courses, definitely not my thing. At the end we were told that tomorrow we would have a similar day as in the afternoon the school¡¯s various clubs would be presented to us. Also, tomorrow at lunch I¡¯ll need to pass by the teacher¡¯s office to inquire about the JROTC¡¯s timetable. The visual art elective¡¯s representatives said we only needed to participate at least once a week, the course was open every day and there were two teachers as supervisors. A handy disposition, but considering what elective it is, I didn¡¯t find it too surprising. ¡°He wasn¡¯t too bad looking.¡± Started Alice as we all walked toward the gymnasium¡¯s exit. Barely in an ordered queue, we freshmen were led outside as for us school had ended then and there. What my red-haired friend was teasing me about was the boy a few seats away from us who continuously stole glances in our direction. As to his left the only females were us two, unless he was interested in males, he definitely took a liking to one of us. To be precise, to me, or so Alice says. ¡°Nnh~ he doesn¡¯t look like my type¡± Past the gym¡¯s double door was the big track made for the running club, sided by two little facilities, the nearest edifice was specially made for the JROTC¡¯s activities while the farthest one was for the school¡¯s clubs. We were currently behind our u-shaped school, the gymnasium stood by its side a little distance away, but its entrance faced the opposite direction. The classes were on the two wings of the building, the floor dividing the grade. The headmaster and teachers¡¯ offices and such things were in the central part of the structure, along with the student council¡¯s HQ and the classroom of the visual arts elective with the adjacent darkroom. With the exception of the JROTC course, all the electives took place in either of the two wings of the school building. Alice nudged me, breaking my recollection of the school¡¯s structure. The narrative has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident. ¡°Then, what¡¯s your type?¡± We followed the stream of people and soon passed the entrance, the two of us continued to walk for a bit more to distance ourselves from the gates to have less students swarming around us. Me and Alice continued to talk while standing as I looked toward the end of road, trying to see when mom would arrive. ¡°Honestly, I don¡¯t know. I haven¡¯t seen anyone that made me think ¡®That¡¯s it!¡¯ but I still am sure that guy isn¡¯t my type.¡± ¡°Is that so~? Well, I broke up with my boyfriend when my parents told me we¡¯d move here, so if that guy were to be interested in me I wouldn¡¯t mind giving him a chan¡ª Ah, my father¡¯s here. See ya tomorrow¡± A military-green car parked some distance away in the middle of Alice¡¯s speech. From where we stood, I could more or less see her dad, and he was tall. Mr. Halton probably neared 2 meters in height, and his upper body, even if mostly hidden by clothes, appeared well trained; the only other thing I could clearly see was a hint of black beard. ¡°Bye Alice.¡± She walked toward the car while fixing her bag on her shoulder better. When they departed I took out my phone and I started checking my Facebook account, sometimes stealing glances toward the street and parking lot. During the presentations of the elective courses both me and Alice got notified that we had been invited in a group, our class¡¯. It seemed I was the last to join as there were, with me, 26 members. Before I skimmed through the friend requests, I looked at my classmates¡¯ profile pics. Showing off, both for males and females, seemed to be the standard; although there were some exceptions, like one of the girls had a cartoon guy as a pic while another altogether had both a cartoon picture and an obviously fake, asian name. Continue reading here~ 11. The World Eheh~ another chap~
A deep blue blazer buttoned only up to under my chest, a white blouse which had longer sleeves that arrived up to my wrists, black tight pants and shoes, the shoes were of course made to be comfortable to work in but at the same time they were quite elegant, as to not mismatch the restaurant¡¯s feel. Both males and females were made to wear pants, as wearing a skirt not only would constrict movements but could also gave people the wrong idea, inciting acts of sexual harassment. At first, working here was quite difficult. I wasn¡¯t allowed in the dining area until I memorized the menu and the characteristic of each dish, plus I had to be able to fluently hold a conversation with a customer without trespassing personal spaces, both theirs and mine. Chatting with the customer is okay as long as it¡¯s about the restaurant, no flirting or asking about personal information. My only bad habit was that I used to not get too close with male customer. If it¡¯s possible, I go near the female ones, other wise I just suck it up and do my work. While I do not suffer from androphobia, I don¡¯t trust males that easily, more so if they resemble Jack. As my saviours, or something, I didn¡¯t feel such mistrust toward Fred, Marco and Richard, nor toward any male in my family. Besides mom¡¯s brother. Too touchy-feely. Sticking my head out of the door, I observed the dining room of the first floor. My fellow co-workers had already finished placing the white tablecloth, a cylindrical, thin pot of fake myrtle and magnolia flowers, sets of tableware and black table napkins on each table. I entered the dining room and walked toward the stairs, the others should be still working there. Looking around, I saw that I had just been one time to see the last table being prepared. I stopped and my gaze shifted toward one person, Martin. A middle-aged man whom you could not describe as neither chubby nor fit, he had a roman-type nose, hazel eyes, short black/brown hair on the sides of his head (he was almost bald, and he didn¡¯t like it) some wrinkles caused from the countless amounts of grins he likes to make, Martin has always been a mischievous person, and lastly, white gloves. His hands were burnt when his house caught fire and he rescued his wife and daughters, successfully saving their lives at the measly cost of horribly disfiguring his body. I admired him. This story originates from Royal Road. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there. ¡°You can put up the ¡®open¡¯ sign now.¡± His husky overlapped the clattering of tableware, catching my full attention. I made a small nod to acknowledge his words and turned around. From the windows near the double door I could see people nearing the restaurants. It wasn¡¯t an unusual sight for customer to arrive just as we open. I unlocked the double door and opened it as I put myself to the side and motioned for the patrons to enter. Once they do, I hung our ¡°open¡± sign on the left doorknob and close the doors. Martin was talking with them with a smile on the face, asking what kind of table they wanted and where, at the same time Joshua, one of the other waiters, took their jackets and coats. I went toward the counter and then behind it, after a quick glance to the customers, I took out seven menus and followed behind the group up to the second floor. They choose a table not too distant from the stairs, somewhat in the center of the room and I waited until they all sat down before passing each of them a menu. ¡°Welcome to L¡¯Espoir, would you like some water and refreshments while you decide?¡± Continue reading here~ 12. The Chariot I got hit by a car. Nothing serious, but it kinda delayed all this, and wasn''t able to finish writing the fourth chapter I wanted to release alongside this three. Why I didn''t wait? Cause knowing myself, if I waited until I was done with ch13 I wouldn''t release even one chapter of Phantasmagoria this month. Well, cya in the next chapter.
As we neared them, I noticed periwinkle-coloured [violet/pink] snapdragons flowers withering. The more the flowers withered, the more they resembled a human skull. Unconsciously I furrowed my eyebrows a little, I didn¡¯t like this. Even my subconscious was telling me to be cautious, to stay away from their deceptions. A little sigh escaped my mouth, but no one noticed, fortunately. I guess I could take this as a chance to confirm if my flowers are always right or not. It¡¯s not like I haven¡¯t done this countless times and always confirmed the veracity of my subconscious/hallucinatory flowers. ¡°Can we join you?¡± Alice¡¯s voice was clear and serene, looking at her features from the side, I could see a simple but honest smile on her face. I decided to not be rude and follow her lead, the corners of my lips curling upwards in a smile that wasn¡¯t really a smile, but at least it didn¡¯t seem forced. Surprise was on the girls¡¯ faces, just staring at us with slightly widened eyes, a hint of irritation passed through the eyes of the girl in the middle before she blinked and nothing was left. ¡°Yeah, why not, go ahead and take a seat.¡± Tracey Amsel, the girl in the middle, spoke in a honeyed tone which implications seemed to escape Alice, that or she put too much faith in others. Tracey was a half-american half-german girl, Amsel, in fact, was a german surname that she inherited from her father. Her mother¡¯s family owned a pharmaceutical company, or so she repeatedly said in her introductions, and thus they obviously didn¡¯t lack money. Maybe, they had too much. You might be reading a stolen copy. Visit Royal Road for the authentic version. Tracey had natural, coquettish small eyes the colour of amber, something that donned her blonde hair well. She kept them knotted in a bun behind her head, unafraid of showing even a small peck of her gorgeous face with its little perked up nose. Amsel lips were average, not too small nor too big, but always seemed to have some kind of lipstick on them. She, of course, wore an ash-gray mascara that mixed well with her pale skin. The only thing we had in common. Tracey¡¯s body in general resembled an hourglass, a sure-fire turn heads for almost all the males in school. With a ¡°Thanks.¡± we both sat down and started unwrapping our lunches. Amsel and entourage continued nibbling their food for a bit before conversation in the group once again took place. The girls by her side were Adya and Adna Kothari, a pair of twins with indian origins. Both had a nice bronze skin and black straight hair, but while Adya had gray eyes, Adna¡¯s were azure. This and their different manner of clothing was what differentiated them. ¡®Still, uhm, do we only have guys to talk about..?¡¯ ¡°..And then I told him ¡®Sorry honey, it doesn¡¯t matter how good you think you are, you are just not enough.¡¯ After that he wanted to break up, so we did. God, he¡¯s so freaking selfish.¡± Continue reading here~