Stranger In A Strange Land Grok Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

I needed to go home. Actually, I needed to leave the country. Everything was happening and it felt like I was in some sort of stimulation. “Thank you,” I managed to croak and I immediately closed my eyes. I croaked. Not speak. No, I didnt soeak like a normal human. I croaked. Like a dying frog. Wondering Aurora.’ The stranger’s smirk widened like he was enjoying watching me make a fool of myself. I immediately looked away. Because every time I looked directly at him, my brain seemed determined to betray me.

"Amy!" Alan stormed toward me, his face contorted in disbelief. "What the hell are you doing? You're my mate! Have you lost your mind?" I hadn't expected him to show up here. Disgust twisted in my gut as I yanked my hand free. The way he looked at me turned my stomach. "We're done, Alan. Stop clinging to me!" I yelled.

***** We all settled for the next period that I was already not interested in when the homeroom teacher walked in with a stranger trailing behind. “Hello Class, welcome your new colleague”, he announced, giving the floor to the new puppy looking student “Hello everyone, I am Oliver Scott”, he introduced as his shiny eyes scanned everywhere till it got to me and he locked eyes with me. Nothing about him was my cup of tea but I could swear that his eyes kept drawing me in. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. “Who is this mysterious stranger?”, I thought to myself as I folded my hands across my chest.

“I like to find out if there are any serial killers in the areas I visit.” “Okay, neither of us was alive at that time, and I thought you didn't like to travel.” He poked holes in his stories. “A. He could still be alive and killing as I texted. B. This is the first time I am doing this and I hit the jackpot. I mean Clown face? He is a legend.” His eyes glazed over. “That’s so worrying that you're touting this kid killer as a legend. You know that you're a total stranger to me, right?”

Ever since it was justified that the world is round, I started listing the groups of people in this universe that I don't really need to deal with during my not-so-intriguing lifetime. First, STRANGERS. I blinked my eyes twice, trying to convince my self that it's not really happening, that I bumped my head on the wall or something, and everything's just a hallucination. Okay, okay. Breathe in. Breathe out. "Miss, ah, can you move a little? My position is quite uncomfortable. You see, I'm pregnant."

The stranger entered the room. And suddenly the air became heavy. Every step left a strange echo. As if many people were going at the same time. Not one. Thousands. “When the door was opened...” said the stranger calmly, “...I learned something.” He looked out the window. To the lights. “That memories form people.” “And?” asked Jonas. The being smiled. “So I started collecting.” An icy shower ran through the room. “The forgotten.” whispered Mira. The stranger nodded. “Of course.”

Willy and Eureka Stood there, overhearing the verbal exchange between Oswald and Gaxgs with cocked heads: Not even understanding a single word at all of what they were talking about. He was defeated by the Stranger. A circular loophole appeared beneath their floating feet, it was a portal. Oswald let Gaxgs drop down into it and the loophole disappeared again. Gaxgs was gone, imprisoned in his new confinements. Oswald closed his eyes and concentrated on feeling his newly inherited powers.

"I saw that. That was fucking cool. Did you watch the video where they were on stage, and the bass drum exploded at the end?" "I missed that one. I will have to look for it. I'm not that good with my computer plate yet." They fell silent, and then the stranger turned and looked around the mist. "It's not that I haven't had weird dreams before, but this is super weird." The skinny guy laughed to himself. "I sleep next to an alien, so what do I know about weird?" The stranger turned to leave, but now Sloan was interested. "You're in a dream?" "I'm asleep."

"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.