I had power from the old man, and I was expecting that nobody could kill me, that I could live forever in this world; I wasn't wrong in my expectations. I didn't feel any pain coming from my body anymore. Not because I was already dead, but because of magic. Magic that helped me and gave me another chance to breathe.My world resumed from turning around, and the fight wasn't finished yet. I pushed myself against the road with my strong arms and slowly stood up. I slightly craned my neck and faced the trouble. I jumped, and with all my force, kicked the snatcher's nape, then he tumbled down.What was I thinking when I couldn't control myself once more? The curse might have been aroused. The man wanted to stand up after being knocked down, but he could not raise himself. He crawled on the rough road. My feet cautiously followed him until they kicked the merciless man who could not even show mercy to himself. He ricocheted against the wall and totally met his smiling death. His head crac

The appearance of a handsome man could not be erased from my mind. The way he kissed my hand, the way he looked at me, and the way he'd smile. Why should I think about that man? What a dimwit I was. How could I fulfill my promise, that I wouldn't trust and be closed to anyone, if I was showing the fragile version of myself again?The same with the glass that was so easily broken and, after being broken, couldn't be repaired again, and the pain I got would stay forever. But I didn't worry too much because if the glass had broken, it could be used for other things. Maybe that was the thing that was really meant for me.I sit on the rocking chair inside my spacious bedroom while reading a book. Maybe the life of a poor person was more exciting than the life of a wealthy one. It might be the same with the stories about those poor people who worked hard to become rich. They studied hard, did part-time jobs to maintain themselves in school and also help their families. Until someday, they'd

I knew my parents were already doubting something was happening to me, especially that there were many times they saw evidence of that. My mother might have already noticed many weird things. I knew that even though she would not ask me, she could sense that as my mother.How many innocent people do I need to kill? How many people would be bereaved because of me? How many sins do I need to commit before I can be free? I was only lucky that no one was searching for me or who witnessed those crimes.Everyday, I walked the streets back and forth. And though I was sometimes lazy, I could endure anything for my dreams. Every time I saw Teacher Jayne, my tiredness would disappear. Her smile gave me happiness, and her soft voice gave me strength. That might sound un-contemplated, but I wanted to marry her.I sat on the bench under the shade of a huge tree that seemed older than the campus. I didn't know why our principal would not let anyone cut that tree; perhaps a dryad who lived inside. O

My feet brought me towards the door of the yellow-and-white painted house, then my right hand knocked on it while the other one held a sharp axe. There were many windows around the house, and drapes that could be seen outside. No garbage, not even a little dirt on the walls, though they were painted with dirt-pursued paint. Having that kind of house was so beautiful, simple, and peaceful, but why did the curse want to break the peace there? Didn't it know that the people there were not doing anything wrong, or maybe it was envious of what I had observed?That was such a merciless curse. I knew it wouldn't show any sympathy because it only had a brain and didn't have a heart. It could kill everyone who was in its way, even a poor child, even a baby who was still inside his mother's stomach. It was sharper than any sword, heavier than any load, hotter than the sun and hell.The owner of the house was probably sleeping at those hours because everything there seemed to be singing a lullab

It was pretty clear that if someone made one wrong decision in a temporary situation, it could affect their whole life. It sometimes happens when he feels difficulty in a situation. The reason triggered him to make a wrong decision and cling to the sharp sword without thinking that he might tear apart. The only thing on his mind was to escape from a certain difficulty. He didn't think that there were other solutions to his problems. He couldn't see that because he was blinded by the negativity and refused to look at the positive side even in the most difficult situation of his life.There I was again in the grassland, the place where whatever problems I had, nature would absorb them. The breeze would chill me through the bones and would help me forget my problems. Lying on the evergreen grass that seemed to creep and tickle my face. I might fall in love.Everything seemed to have been turned back to normal. Unlike those days when everything was avoiding me. I realized that was exactly