Who can heal the family in its toiling darkness? It was so insidious to be jealous; the strange voice brought it out. The heart has been broken into pieces. The two brothers have conceded the fact that they are a burden to their brother; indeed, the family is toiling in darkness. Cat called in a strange voice. It could be a miracle from heaven. The image is devoid of warmth and the feeling of love. Death yelled it out. Do you believe in life after death? Fred was infused with sadness after realizing that life would be imponderable for his mother after his death. A strange voice could voice it out with lots of curiosity. "Do you believe in life after death?" Still paranoid after breaking into space, Fred indignantly appeared to the world without a drift of mind with a reason to avenge his death and that of his father. So many thought the strange voice could protest that a child who dies in pain is likely to cry aloud in the midnight hours. ******* The weather
"You two are so disgusting you can’t work your way out, you dummies." Mr. Charles was so vexatious seeing how poorly they had performed this year. There has been no improvement at all; it’s just like other years. "I’m irritated by your sight," he said. He threw their report papers on the floor. "If you want to enjoy all the luxury in this life, you must work hard." He gave them a hunting look. They were horrified to see him acting that way towards them. Mr. Charles has been the only one who has bred them till now, since his wife died after giving birth to Bryan. She had severe bleeding. Her loss is a great pain for him. His face is growing wrinkled because of his two sons, who are causing him nothing but pain. His gaze fell on Bryan, who was cowering in a corner and watching at them. He wasn’t looking happy. Mr. Charles reached out to him and hugged him as he patted his back. "I’m proud of you my son you are the cornerstone to your father "he is indeed his happiness the only r
Henry's mind flew up upon noticing how the violent winds were blowing out of everything in the space through the window. On seeing this, he knew the rain that would fall would be so heavy.He stared at Duke in the empty air."Is nature trying to show us something?" Everywhere is so clouded with darkness, making it look like it’s later in the day". He said Duke, who had been lazy around the bed,"No universe is trying to be unfair," Duke replied as the thunder struck. It’s got him scared as rain started from the dark sky."Of course it is. Brainy, the special one." Duke guesses he doesn’t know where they will get the kidnapper or how they will deal with Brainy."But Henry, where do you actually want us to go?" He asked"We are off to Jack," Henry said, smiling. "Who on earth will think Jack is a kidnapper?""Oh, that's right, but Jack is not an abductor." Going to Jack wasn’t what he wanted; besides, he had seen Jack as a great pirate. How did he end up as a kidnapper?"You have yet
Today is the day we can finally breathe; our special brainy will be far away from us. Duke grins at Henry."Of course, our Mr. Perfect, "Henry said as they chuckled.*****It’s 6:00 p.m. everywhere, filled with crowd-hot music. People sat in one place, nodding their heads to shrilly-shaped music.Bryan sat in the corner with his brothers as they made merry together.Duke opens a bottle of whiskey that is at the top of their table and pours a little into a cup of glass. "Here, Brayan, that’s for you, he said while filling another glass with two glasses to the brim."Cheers to us brothers ever," Brayan sighed, his face away without raising his glass."What’s the matter, Brainy?" Duke asked him after seeing the expression in his face."I don't drink alcohol, Duke, "he said softly."Give it a try, Brainy. You will thank me after gulping one glass." Henry handled the glass to him; he collected it, and they flashed each other with smiles.Brainy smiles were all over the place. He was so hap
"Holy sh*t, what could this mean?" Mr. Charles woke up sweating like someone who was drenched in heavy rain while his gaze fell on the clock hanging on the wall. It’s strokes at 3:00 a.m. He relieves the horror of losing Bryan in his dreams. It's a terrible nightmare. He stood up from the bed so that he could not go back to sleep. He was perturbed. He guesses something fishy is going on because Bryan is not anywhere in the house. He waddled around the room until the weather became refulgent. He shoved his room open. He went out of his room and went directly to Bryan's room; he couldn’t find him. He felt a sharp heat circling around the corner of his neck. Nervously, he yelled in protest, "Bryan, are you there?" He yelled, ransacking Bryan everywhere around his room. "Where could Bryan be?" He asked no one but himself. He grew weary, and tears circled around his eyes. He stood and went away from his room with so many tears streaming from his eyes. His heart has been fragile si
It's hurting Mr. Charles so much after realising that Bryan won't be returning home. It's been three days now, and there is currently no word from him. and seeing how his brothers were untouched by his absence made him suspect that they knew what happened to Bryan. All they ever wanted was to squander their father's money and prove to the world that they were the sons of billionaires. Mr. Charles could see them fairly suspiciously acting extraordinarily after Bryan was absent. He reported the missing case to the police. It took the police two days to demand the authority request concerning the missing Bryan; they couldn't track him down. Mr. Charles couldn't stand it any longer. His child is his beginning, and it ends without him close by. The world is unfilled. He was having distress in the focal point of his chest, which truly does proceed to return. Yet, in the wake of hearing that Bryan can't be tracked down anywhere, it's harmed him so gravely that he drooped stunningly on
It was a three-hour drive to his house, and the weather became more refulgent, showing it was a day off.The driver stopped his car as he got closer to his side."I guess if I drop you here, you can find a way to your house." He said to him softly.Bryan smiled. The joy he felt from sensing home again was all over the place, and he couldn't believe he could feel the airy breeze from outside—something he hadn't felt since he was locked in that Rubbies building—and that finally he was back home. He couldn't stop beaming. He couldn't wait to see his father, have him, and tell him how much he had missed him. Finally, his nightmare is all over."It’s all because of you; I’m back home after a long time of being away. Please come with me to my house. Let me introduce you to my father." He sounds so frail, and he was so grateful to the driver. "No, don’t worry. I offer to help. Take care of yourself, and don't go out that late. Do you know it's dangerous out there?" the driver said, making B
It had been unbearable for Bryan since he knew that his father was no more. He views the weather in different aspects; it looks inclement to him. He couldn't imagine life without his father by his side. He held his father's picture frame in his hand. Tears welled in his eyes. It evoked an enjoyable moment he had with him. He began to weep bitterly.“Oh no, why would you have to die?" He mumbled to the picture in his hand. It’s horrifying to him that no matter how much he waits for him to come back to him, he won't come back to him. It’s perplexing for him to accept the fact that he is gone forever. No amount of tears will make him come back to them.He always makes an awful din, making his two brothers restless at night. His world is empty; he can’t live without his father; he wants to commit suicide and die; he believes that's the only way he can get to see him.He went to the top of the building. He stood there and saw how high it was. He cried bitterly."Dad, wait for me; I will j