Life Is Strange Transcript Novels & Stories

My chest seemed to be on fire. “Are you insane?” The stranger grabbed the cigarette from my hand. “Have you ever smoked in your life?” I rolled my eyes at him, “My first time.” I replied. “And you thought it was wise to just walk up to a stranger and grab his cigarettes? Crazy.” he turned away, dragging on his cigarette again like I hadn't just put my saliva all over it. I chuckled, “I know right. It's crazy. Everything in my life right now is crazy. I don't make sense. Nothing makes sense.”

My mom was a computer genius with a PhD who works in Silicon Valley. Shortly after I was born, she created an AI robot sister modeled after me. Mom said my AI robot sister was equipped with the world's most accurate child behavior evaluation system. The moment I made a mistake, it would detect it. From then on, my AI robot sister became the judge of my life. Whenever she issued a warning, even when I had done nothing wrong, all I received was punishment. I tried to defend myself before. But Mom said the robot she built with her own hands could never make a mistake, and she became even more convinced that I was an inferior child. On my birthday, Mom took my sister and me to participate in an

She sat in the corner of her cell all day without sleep, murmuring to herself over and over that it was all her fault. "Zachary, I'm sorry… If there's a next life, I promise I'll make it up to you." Without thinking, I immediately responded, "That won't be necessary, Mom. I don't want to be your son in the next life." As if she could suddenly see me, Mom turned toward me and exclaimed, "Zachary, you came to visit me! I knew you couldn't bear to leave me." I was startled, but I tried speaking to her again.

The whole hall exploded, murmurs surging up on every side. Karina looked at her own profile, sharp and clear on the screen, and a violent shudder ran through her as she shrilled back, "This is fabricated! You got someone to doctor the footage! Eli, say something, it was you yourself who ruled she was the thief back then!" She whipped her head around toward Eli at the door of the box across the way, desperate for some shred of support. Eli stood frozen where he was. Beneath the silver-gray hair, his features were ashen, his lips opening and closing again and again without a single word coming out.

The old woman's words hung in the air long after she said them. "The Bride of the Ninth Life has returned." Nobody moved. Not Kai, Not Draven, Not even the servant. The whole courtyard had turned to stone around me, and I stood in the middle of it, shaking, with no idea why a stranger kneeling on cold marble made me feel like the ground had opened under my feet. Ninth life?? What did that even mean? I looked at Kai. His jaw was tight enough to crack. I looked at Draven. For the first time since I'd met him, he wasn't smiling.

They had spaghetti, fruit salad, and a cake with a candle shaped 18 on it. Ellaine was forced to speak just to break the awkward silence, “Auntie, a while ago I met a strange woman. Her name is Margarette.” “Margarette? I don’t know a woman named Margarette living in the neighborhood.” “Maybe that’s because she’s living near the city proper. She has this shop selling weird stuffs as well.” Ellaine was not interested in eating her spaghetti anymore. She was merely poking it with her fork. “What kind of weird stuffs?”

She did not understand what he was saying because the whole crowd suddenly became noisy along with the loud and noisy music played by the disk jockey. “I can’t hear you!” She said aloud. At the same time, Francis grabbed her arm. She quickly flinched from him. The man's handsome face in front of them also darkened, and she could not figure out who was angry with whom. “Hey, bru! We're together. Some other day, you can talk to her about whatever you want— ” "Excuse me, Francis." She interrupted her former co-worker. “We should talk some other time. The concern of my readers is more important to me. ”

Is this why the fruit hanging on the branch of the Tree of Life is so sweet? The huge queue for food in the common dining room resembled a peaceful rally to taste all sorts of dishes that can only be imagined. In this pandemonium stood the same two young men who noticed strange details in the life of New Eden: the strangest thing is that no one asks questions, and even stranger is that they are the only ones who ask questions. "Don't you think it's strange that everyone is happy?" – what is it? " asked the young man, who had previously discovered that there were no stars in the sky at all.

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

“You don't count as an artist! You have to left the entertainment industry, you are destroying the image of other artists! Many are more deserving of the achievements you have now, retire! You disgusting woman, retire now!” Shout from the other haters on the side, a few people from her fans are trying stop them back but that’s not enough to stop the tomatoes and eggs into where the maiden is. “Fuck! What is wrong with these people. Look at your arms, it’s bleeding.” Confused Isaac took the handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the little blood dripped from Danica's white and smoothie arm.