Crossroad Meme Mga Nobela at Kwento

He laughed to himself and steeled himself even more. After what felt like a few years of walking to him he finally saw it. The crossroad. The roads were dusty yellow with a few cracks travelling through them. The man stood on the left side of the road where at the edge of it stood an old wooden sign post that threatened to fall at any moment. The signs were pointing towards a direction with the names on them. The forwards, left, right arrows read ‘NOWHERE’, while the last arrow which pointed towards the road that he came from read, ‘MAYBE SOMEWHERE’.

“Of course.” He reached for the phone and stopped. On the desk, the screen had lit again—a new clip. Cameron Cross’s feed this time. The singer had posted a video from last night—Mya at their table, waving at the camera with shy humor, the caption a sledgehammer dressed as a love note: World, meet my sister, Mya Cross. Protectors only, please. The comments scrolled too fast to read. Damon touched the screen and felt nothing but the cold pane under his thumb.

It didn't make any sense. "Oh really." I smirked. "You're the 'Black Zees' right?" I sneered. Gasps came from people again, so dramatic. "You're being rude and you should be punished." The guy I bumped into said, furrowing his brows. "You're all bunch of fools, 'Black Zees' or should I say, 'Blank fools'." I mimicked, smirked. People gasped again. Why?! "What?!" A huge guy came to me. He looked like he was about to hit me. I tried to hide my fear. "You're a mess." He yelled.