روايات وقصص ضمن A Piece Of Strange

Why did it taste like a bitter leaf? The rest were relatively normal except for their strange look and sizes. Supposed tiny veggies on earth were huge like the mushroom that was nearly the size of a shrub and could carry Paws as he leaped up and down on it like it was a trampoline; then some supposedly large ones were small instead like the pumpkin, cabbage, and bell peppers, and some other strange ones Dina couldn’t recognize. Lastly, were the excessively huge ones that were just too damn big.

"Why do I feel like I am being interrogated so early in the morning?" I pursed my lips before murmuring. "Sorry." He sighed. "Okay, first and foremost, I'm not going to say any details about me because you're a stranger and at the same time, I'm also a stranger to you." He said, a matter-of-factly. "Didn't your parents told you to not speak to strangers?' He said the word 'stranger' three times in that sentence. I didn't say anything. We just resume our walking while I was willowing myself in embarrassment. It made me realized that I had just disobeyed one of my mother's lectures.

She was about to think she has abnormalities. Well, she is not normal, anyway. She is often weird to act and think. She is often suddenly transporting to her own world. But what about how she feels? Is it still to have an abnormal perception? She did not feel lusting over somebody else, and that was wrong. She would have thought she was frigid but a stranger scattered in front of her. That man is the living proof that she still has hope. And every time she remembered him, she could not stop the explosion of lust and need throughout her being.

Brandon mocked the tourist guide but he was silent and he is still staring, looking forward like he is waiting for something hiding in the darkness. The tourist guide snapped his finger until all the flames rouses in the ceiling and we are surrounded all by the lights. Then from a corner, something was moving. I was startled with the footsteps on the carpet punctuated by quick breathing. We adjusted to the moving in process, but not long after we started to notice strange occurences little by little. This is where things get weird. The stranger walked into the room, she wore old ripped jeans and she is pale like a dead person. She holds a big key while she staring to us.

And why do I get this strange feeling telling me something is about to happen? ***

"No... it can't... end like this..." Before the words had faded she toppled straight backward, crashing down onto the steps, her limbs twitching twice before she went entirely still.

Otherwise, I might end up giving in to him before Samuel came. At this thought, I began to squirm frantically. I wanted to break free from his hold. Unexpectedly, something went wrong at this moment. The toy I had tucked inside my tracksuit fell to the ground during my squirming. Inside the grove, there was no other sound except our breathing. It was extremely quiet. When the toy hit the ground, the man immediately heard it. “I didn’t expect you to be this bold…” He clicked his tongue in mock admiration for a few seconds before bending down and picking up the toy.

Every single step that I took was powering my resolve to face whatever lay before me. I tip-toed into the house, barely hearing my footsteps on the soft carpet, when entering the living room my eyes went wide in shocked disbelief. All sorts of clothes lay strewn all over the floor, a wild mess of fabric and color. "Why is Damien's cloth here?" my mind kept fishing with utter confusion and concern. I bent down to pick one of the shirts, with fingers tracing the fabric which felt familiar. But, standing up again, there was another cloth that made my heart drop: The cloth belonged to a woman and featured delicate lacework.

I paused which stretched too long. I forced a small smile. “Occupational hazard, I guess.” But he didn’t smile back. Instead he leaned forward slightly. “Strange." He murmured. My pulse quickened. “What is so strange in it ? Many people do it .” “ I don’t know why it feels… familiar. Like I have seen it before .” The word hit harder than it should have. I tightened my grip on the cup. “Maybe you’ve seen it somewhere,” I said lightly. “People have habits.”