Cali refused to answer the phone. She is not in the mood to entertain whoever it is. It’s been her hobby to keep people waiting for her. She’s a living saint; little did they know she had this kind of hobby. They were blinded by her superb innocent acting and innocent face. She’s a wolf in sheep’s clothes.   Everyone knows that Media control and manipulation can hide ugly truth behind a camera. Everything is possible for those who know how to tame the media. The media is one of the most powerful entities in the world. They have the power to turn the innocent into the guilty and the guilty into the innocent, and that is power. Because they hold massive influence to control the consciousness of the masses.    “Come on! What is wrong with these people? For Pete’s

She was an unburdened girl, for she had removed the stupid thought that happened to her. After losing her innocence a while ago, she decided to let it pass. She treats it as her nightmare. She moved on as fast as a thunderbolt. She believed that there is no point in crying over spilled milk. She realized that it is just her innocence, and it is not like it would make her less human. Well, it's just for her perspective, but for those conservative people, if that thing would come out in public, she'll probably be executed for tainting morality. She just shrugged; she is confident that no one will be going to find it out. She laughed at the thought that she can act innocent and pure.   “Virginity my butt, those consesrvative fools used it as a card to humiliate women. Our dignity is not in our flower down there,” she uttered.   She felt

  Realizing why she was anxious is not a magic pill; it was not a secret that it was her liability. The brain in fear can become scattered and unfocused, yet the primitive fears can also hijack her ability for logical analysis to produce a plethora of paranoid ideas that sound so plausible that even the teller fails to see them for what they are. She's walking back and forth on their sala. Her brother noticed her estranged behavior.   "Cali, are you having a bowel problem?" Calix asked.   "What?" she replied.   "Why are you walking back and forth? Did something stuck in your ass?" C

  Today's sky is a blue-grey brindle with the softest accents of white, dappled by the visible soft clouds. The cloudy night softens the vibrant colors of day to soft pastel hues, the kind that awakens the soul. There is a suspended moment of silence inside Melbourne's residence dining area. The only thing you will hear is the flitting utensils and the chewing sound.   "We talked about this last time, Perci." His dad broke the silence.   "Can we finish this dinner first? I'm afraid that I might lose my appetite." He gives them an apathetic look. Aside from his face, it is clear that he is disinterested in opening a conversation. 

  There's a certain level of tiredness that equates to insanity. For Cali, it's when she had the idea to temporarily dislocate her spirit from its body as if she could ask God to take her out for just a short while and let thy soul go wherever souls wished to rest. Cali knew that she would wake up feeling okay after resting her mind and body; it's simply a level of worn-outness. Cali felt so exhausted after the Press conference, so she decided to take a nap.   "Where am I?"   Cali heard a weird wedding bell and piano. She opened her eyes and wandered on the cream and gold color of her surroundings. There are flowers on every edge of the maple-colored long chairs. The floor was adorned with a red carpet on the aisle. She noticed the ceiling is bright and full of smal