The Half Known Life 소설 & 이야기

But how dare he create a journal when she's not the subject of all his novels. The contents of the journal are surely bothering her. The uneasy feeling of opening the first page of a book that contains secrets to one's life is nerve-wracking. Like unfolding the mysteries of an ancient civilization. 'To the stranger who saved me from drowning in love, Shanta.' Kachina winces at the acknowledgement section. She turns to the next page and finally comes across a chapter where she sees a familiar name that made her jump in joy and curl in sadness. 'Kachina... Kachina left me.'

Nala licks her dry lips and breathes deeply as she knows the scent is fading slowly. Nala pulls out her conversation when she finds out Raymond doesn't like it. "I was wondering, did you come indeed to look after me?" Raymond shifts his body to face Nala. Stare right into Nala's bead without blinking. "That's right, Nala. You have me. Although this is a consequence of Ray having half-human blood. But Ray's happy because it's Nala," he said. Ray groped his chest, then continued. "Here is a sign of ownership that already existed when Ray was born. Since Ray is half-human, Ray's owner can have Ray and do whatever he wants but Ray can't have one."

She had spent her whole life, only to end up with nothing in her hands. … Mom followed my wish and didn't take her own life. She faced no legal consequences because she had lost her sanity. For countless days and nights, she sat on a cramped bed in the psychiatric ward, staring blankly out the window. She kept singing something unconsciously, her voice faint and soft. Only by leaning in very close could one hear that she was singing a well-known lullaby. "Hush, little baby, don't say a word, Mama's going to buy you a mockingbird. And if that mocking bird don't sing, Mama's going to buy you a diamond ring."

“Selene, you are not in a story. This is the real world.” I stared at him, laughter bubbling up from the sheer absurdity of it all. “No, no, no… the real world does not have men turning into wolves. The real world does not have… this!” I waved my arms around like a deranged conductor. “The only half-thing I know is half-Japanese, half-Australian, or maybe half-cooked steak. What are you? Half-person, half-dog?” His head snapped up, his green eyes blazing. “We are not dogs.”

The corner of my mouth twitched as I stood outside. Sunlight shone on me. It was soft and warm. I looked at that shaft of light and suddenly recalled the past. I was nineteen years old and had just finished getting my heart transplant. I thought that I had gotten a new lease on life and could live well from then on. Back then, I did not know there were worse things in life than death. I went back to the guest room and stayed there for about an hour. I only went outside again once I was sure they would no longer be in the kitchen.

My phone slipped from my palm and hit the ground, the screen cracking—just like something inside me. I drew a long breath and pressed the doorbell. The door opened, and a little boy poked his head out. He had round cheeks as his eyes sparkled in curiosity. It was the same kid from the photos. He glanced at me and yelled, "Mommy, someone's here!" A moment later, the last person I thought I'd see stepped into view—Yara Silvers, my college roommate. She stopped when she saw me. "Estelle? What a coincidence. How did you know I lived here?"

''Nice to have you,'' I said while taking his hand for a handshake. We shook hands, and both took our seats. ''You have a lovely home,'' he said and moved his gaze around. ''Thank you, and to what do I own this surprise visit?'' I asked while he went silent for a moment before speaking. ''I believe Mia lives here. I heard she is your half-sibling.'' He questioned while holding my gaze.

An unscrupulous company discharges toxic wastewater into the river, causing my whole family to be poisoned because we rely on that river for survival. Everyone in my family, including my aunts and uncles, lives in the same village. We're all waiting for an urgent antidote delivery to save our lives. My boyfriend is Harrison Somers, and his company is the only one with the antidote. So, I ask him for it. He agrees to come but doesn't show up after a long time. Ultimately, my family members die after being tormented by the toxic wastewater because they don't have the antidote. Meanwhile, Harrison shows up at the hospital with his childhood sweetheart because she accidentally sliced her fin

“Van life. Traveling. Posting your life online.” I hesitated. That was the kind of question people asked in interviews, or in passing, like they wanted a soundbite or a punchline. But Teddy’s voice was low and quiet, and his body was angled toward mine, like he was really asking. Like he wanted to know me. I kept my eyes on the road. “I think I just… didn’t want to wake up one day and realize I’d done everything safe and none of it happy.” He was quiet. “I had this job I hated. A degree I barely used. A boyfriend who only loved the version of me that made sense to him. And I kept thinking—if this is the rest of my life, I’m going to implode.”

That way, they will be safe. Their house is located in the middle of the pine forest, made of Stone and like a Rapunzel tower which only different because it has doors and its way wider and extravagantly beautiful. In the huge living room, there’s no other furniture except for the big cabinet, cushions and center table, and the floor is made of a nude tiles. Xoyo, a black-haired, almond -eyed, and dove lips ,21 years old young lady sat in the big sofa while spending her time reading an old comic book.