Just Another Part Of Me นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Such ecstasy. Another memory appeared. This was of Suzanne and her grandmother at the nursing home. Suzanne was peeling an orange for the old woman as both laughed over a joke. The mist found the face of the wrinkly old woman somewhat disturbing. In fact, it felt uneasy, having stumbled upon this memory. So it abandoned this memory and went even deeper. The mist had to travel to the very core of Suzanne’s consciousness to fully take over her body and soul.

My heart and the binding runes I have won't let me and I know in my heart that he is and always will be the one. I wasn't awake; I knew this because I was having conversations with myself, and the song that was playing in the background was Florence and the Machine - Never let me go. I was worried about a lot of things, I was mainly worried about my baby girl or boy and I was sad that what happened the day before Max's Birthday. It felt like a rip current came out of nowhere and sucked me out to sea with no hope of finding my way back. My lighthouse has always been Max even though he doesn't see it. I needed to get out of my head and back to the land of the living. The only way I could do

My deskmate, Elaine Jenkins, was the kind of girl who was born with a sharp tongue. She loved nothing more than embarrassing me in front of everyone. When I showed up in a brand-new white shirt, she sneered, "Look at the country boy who finally made it to the city. Are you really that worried people will not realize how hopelessly tacky your taste is?" When I switched to contact lenses, she laughed. "Those eyes look like a dead fish's. Taking off your glasses is not going to magically turn you into a handsome guy." Then I won a prize in the math competition. She just rolled her eyes and said, "Please. Everyone knows he stays up all night grinding through problem sets. He practically worke

My parents are music professors, and their university is always hosting these music salons and exchange events. But they never took me. After I graduated from college, I was desperate to see what it was like, so I begged my mother for a visitor's pass. She was busy helping my sister Ella fill out an application for one of those concerts, and she cut me off cold: "Everyone attending is a top-tier musician. You can't even read sheet music—walking in there, you'd just stick out like a sore thumb." A few days later, I stood in the freezing wind, listening to the applause rolling out from the auditorium. My sister stood at center stage, performing alongside a bunch of renowned musicians. That nig

“No, no, no, that’s not what this is.” But even saying it felt weak because the structure didn’t react like I was wrong. It reacted like I was late. The resonance layer dimmed slightly, almost settling now, like it had finished checking me. Like it had finished deciding. And in that moment, one thought hit me clean, sharp, unavoidable. What the hell am I actually part of?

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Niga byeonhan geonji (niga byeonhan geonji) (Is it you who changed (Is it you who changed)) Animyeon naega byeonhan geonji (animyeon naega byeonhan geonji) (Or is it me (Or is it me)) I sungan heureuneun siganjocha miwo (I hate this moment, this time flowing by) Uriga byeonhan geoji mwo (We are changed you know) Moduga geureon geoji mwo (Just like everyone you know)

I’ve washed it a hundred times, worn it to bed when no one’s watching, told myself it’s just comfortable cotton and not a relic of who I used to be. --- P.P.S. Track 43: “Come Back.” He did. I just don’t know what to do with him now that he’s here.

By the time they got dressed and downstairs she was singing and playing a different song “Finding refuge in my own lies…How are you? i’m doing alright…small talk is a great disguise…just let me be…just let me be…empty thoughts start to crowd my mind..am I only living, living to survive?..shake it off, but I’ve lost the drive…just let me be…just let me be…let me be okay…No one knows what goes on up inside my head…there’s a new kind of poison and it’s starting to spread…no one knows what goes on up inside my head…they don’t think I need help..but I’m scaring myself…I just want to be okay…I just want to be okay..All the voices in my head are coming to life…they’re getting louder and I’m, I’m te

This is me now, this is who I am. The elation in my soul knows no bounds. I try to take a step forward, but then, everything goes black

"Shoot me," Kim muttered under her breath as she stared blankly at him addressing the students. Maybe she was hallucinating, she raised her finger to her skin and pinched herself hard in an attempt to snap out of her trance, but he was still standing right there in his glory, his plump pinky lips moving perfectly like it's being automated by a system or something. Never have she seen someone that complete before, he had the look of a fallen. angel. Kim could hear the other students gasping and gushing over his magnificence.