Tommy ran down the corridor, but he didn’t see anything in front of him. What stood before his eyes was not an abandoned house, but the faces of Collin, June, mom and dad, their smiles, their eyes. His bunny, black hands, mom again. The boy knew he had to run to the exit. And he ran and ran, and behind him the doors that he and Collin had previously left open closed with a loud bang. Faster and faster. He tried to scream, but no sound came out of his throat...
I throw away my pen and lean back in my chair. Some kind of nonsense creeps into my head. I sigh and begin to massage my eyes, lightly pressing on the eyelid. Brilliant fireworks scatter in the darkness, bright to the point of pain and clouding of reason. Finally, after a couple of minutes, I pull myself together, sigh again and bend over to the sheet, crossing out the last line.
Joy. Happiness. Fun. These words could describe Lyra’s life before her mother’s death. But after that everything changed. Her father sent her to a boarding school. This is where the story begins, filled with romance, music and friends, but at the same time pain, hysterics and... ill-fated flowers that slowly but surely kill from the inside.
Every time he saw her figure, a strange burning sensation seized his rotten heart. He wanted to tear, throw everything around. Ficbook was too willful, too obstinate, too... Inaccessible. And this terribly annoyed Roskomnadzor.
The diary entries of a teenage boy named Mike, a Carter City, reveal a mysterious and enigmatic world. Ancient artifacts are discovered, but the government covers up the truth. Shadows of the past and ghostly forces intertwine, and science attempts to control reality. But madness and chaos confront the heroes. Secret organizations compete for power over time, and the fate of the worlds depends on the choices of individuals.
I can’t live with this feeling, when you can’t tell anyone about a wish you have made. People say, it won’t become true then… I would love that superstition wouldn’t exist. Because sometimes the wish you make is a fairy tale by itself. What if I want to share it with the world? What if I want to give to millions, billions of people this tiny piece of my soul and, maybe, make someone’s heart bloom like the most magnificent flower that ever was seen by the living creatures?
And it's another night with thoughts about him. Beautiful, perfect handsome man who will never be his.
And it's another cuts, another tears
It feels like won't stop anywhen
I was living the good life, reading books, not touching anyone. And just like that, I'm screwed. As they say, be afraid of what you wish for, it might come true. And this is what happened.
