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The little girl's puzzled voice echoed from the other end of the line. I quickly changed my tone, asking, "What year is it now?" "It's 2002," she replied. My guess was correct! I remembered the girl's mother had killed her exactly 20 years ago today, so I asked again, "Today is July 3rd, right?" "Yes," the little girl said. The date was the same! The internet said the little girl was killed at 10:00 pm, and it was currently 9:00 pm, so she still had a chance to escape!

It was quiet, almost sacred, with sunlight streaming through the large windows and rows of books inviting me to lose myself in their worlds. I wandered through the aisles aimlessly until I stumbled across a section on business biographies. My fingers hovered over the spines until I spotted one that looked familiar: Against All Odds: The Rise of Evan Bennett. I pulled the book from the shelf, my heart racing. I hadn't known a biography about him existed. The cover featured a candid photo of Evan, his piercing eyes staring directly at the camera.

After no'n they have a one week break and then before the main event they have a very last rehearsal. Around 5PM in the afternoon I decided to go home. I enjoyed walking around the Mall by myself. I haven't been out or wandered for a long time. I bought something to wear for Ethan's event. Mama, I also bought her clothes for work. Then of course, I also bought Ethan his favorite perfume. He will be loved a bit because he is branded. I will give it to him as a gift to congratulate them on their first ever mini concert slash fan meet. I also bought their album and some other merch. I will bring it to the 23rd and have him and all the members of DIONYSUS sign it.

STRANGE Sometimes I feel strange Sometimes I feel put of place And when I look around It becomes more true I see people playing with ease In my mind I wish I can join in But then, even if I join in I would still feel out of place No one is like me. That's because I'm different That's because I'm unique I am not just an ordinary girl Because if you look closer You will see I am more than that No one is like me While other girls care about fashion

The night had taken on a strange quality, as if the air itself carried whispers of secrets too old to be spoken aloud. Annabel stood in the garden, gazing at the table adorned with trinkets meant for guests to admire and take as mementos. Her fingers hovered over a bracelet made of silver and lined with tiny, delicate runes. It was simple yet conplex, catching the light in a way that made it seem almost alive. Without thinking, she picked it up. The moment her fingers closed around it, the world seemed to shift. The cool night air grew heavy, and her vision blurred as an intense wave of dizziness washed over her. Images flooded her mind, fragmented and disjointed at first but quickly taking

I trusted you more than all the people I grew up with. What a strange thing for me to do, right? Well, I'm a strange person anyway. doing something to add up on that growing list of all the weird things I did in life wouldn't hurt. Anyways, I also want to say that I miss you. The last thing I heard from you was the plan we were supposed to do yet you never came. Please respond... I miss you... Sincerely, Your Stranger

The strange chantings grew louder, but amidst the chaos, a sudden, desperate will to live and escape ignited within her. With every ounce of strength she had left, Joan gathered her resolve. Something deep within her, something primal and powerful, stirred to life. She opened her mouth and let out a loud, guttural scream, the sound echoing through the darkness. At the same time, she straightened all her ten fingers, as if channeling the raw energy coursing through her body into the very tips of her hands.

I opened the room door which had a big sticker of twenty-nine pasted on it and to my greatest surprise, I saw a guy lying on his stomach, watching a movie or so. It dawned on me that he watching porn when I heard the weird sounds coming from his laptop. He hadn't noticed my presence since he was very engrossed, so I quietly stepped out of the room and let out a big sigh of frustration. So this was my new roommate? Great! Just what I needed!

I stared at the file, thinking of the unfamiliar perfume on Preston and of the comments calling him and Bethany a domestic couple. Yes. Rather than wait for him to throw me out, I might as well take some retirement money while he still felt a little guilty. On the third day of the shoot, I was adjusting my camera settings when the comments suddenly flooded the air. [Ahhh, the male lead and the heroine went to Northreach! The aurora! It's so beautiful!]

"Can you see what is going on?" His voice turned angry and reached a high pitch while he spoke menacingly in a low tone. I moved closer to him as curiosity completely overpowered my better judgment. "What's going on?" I asked, trying to stay neutral. Bryan's eyes narrowed. He pushed his phone towards me while saying "Look at this" I grabbed his phone from him and read a blog post that appeared on the screen. The headline read: "D'Atelier Company Can't Be Sold". A wave of recognition washed over me upon realizing I was the person who had posted this information.