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It's a lovely sight. Two figures, sprawled and tangled up on the rustled bed sheets, legs interlocked in a gentle caress of touch. Sweetly snuggling next to each other, the lovers silently gaze into the other's eyes, whilst feeling the breath running past the tens, bare skin of their necks. A lovely sight, indeed. She, Carol, faintly chuckles as he teasingly runs the tips of his nimble fingers along the back of her spine. It is a pleasant feeling, one to send a shiver racing up and down every time the hand passes. A sly maneuver, well executed by the eager boy, Dave, handily drawing the girl closer. ''Hey, that tickles!'' Carol playfully

Paint, Me in your own way. Colour my eyes, See what feelings I hide. An empty room. Some furniture, an overuse armchair and a cabinet. Old, plastic bottles devoid of any liquid. Dirty plates with inedible remains of the previous days. Heaps of clothing decorating the floor like a fluffy carpet. And on the side, the audible noise of a rather grim song resounds through space. It is an empty room, with the remnants of existence. Amidst the chaos of the room only a recluse could possess, sleeps a single person. His stale clothes still dressed, he is the essence of passivity. The need for sheets or even a pillow are absent, the man having c

Ik zit op het snijdende raamkozijn van mijn gehuurde kamertje, zeshoog boven de grond en met als enige uitzicht een grijs met groen schoolgebouw. Ik voel de ijzige winterwind tegen mijn wangen slaan en mijn haar door de war waaien. De kou kruipt genadeloos door mijn dunne kleding, verlamt mijn spieren en kruipt in mijn botten, alsof het mij omhult in een ijzige deken van vorst. Maar dat alles maakt mij helemaal niets uit. Zelfs niet op deze winderige, witte zondagavond. Het gelimiteerde uitzicht en de venijnige toorn van Jack Frost hebben geen impact op mijn lichaam, omdat ik het ervaar als vrijheid, een uitweg, een extensie van mijn oneindi

Chapter Three: First Breeze: Re-Awakening. Darkness was the all enveloping entity that controlled the world. Nothingness was the only rule of this universe, a rule that even the sound seemed to obey without fail. It was as if this one demand would be broken, the whole of the world would come crashing down in a grand festival of sin. However, amidst this swallowing cloak of night that had wrapped itself around the place, sat a single figure. A young man, without the cover of any clothing, has settled himself in a weakened state on a sturdy wooden chair. Seemingly unconscious, he lay motionless, with the only movement being the swaying of hi

Chapter Two: Third Date: Soapy Business. The water fluently swirled and churned, jolting in all directions under the pressure of the unending stream crashing down from above. Liquid mixed with liquid and soon became one, creating a layer of heated, crystal foam, floating on the surface. The soapy water continually kept creeping up the clean, white walls on each side, almost as if to escape its chalky prison. However, each attempt was gleefully thwarted by the menacing drain-holes near the edge of the wall. Kathy Frontier carefully lit the scented candles around her and the, now filling, bathtub, to create an unburdening environment, free f

Chapter Two: Second Date: Prey. Kathy Frontier splashed a handful of cold, fresh water onto her fine skin. The refreshing pleasure that the dripping liquid let her experience was comforting. It made her feel anew, almost like she could wash away all of her tension. It was a moment of escapism from the real world for her, one moment of solitude in between the hectic sales and the tactics behind them. Her face still basking in the cold touch of the water, she raised her head to look upon her own reflection in the mirror. Beyond the silvery plate, hung on the bathroom wall, she eyed the shining appearance that she called her own. Apparent fr

Chapter Two: First Date: Kathy Frontier. ''Anything else you'd like to have along with that, sir? We have a great sale on raisin bread...'' the woman behind the cozy, pastry-filled counter, a lovely girl gifted with the most sweetest voice and stunning, flowing blond hair, gracefully presented a wooden plate filled with seemingly soft, creamy raisin bread to the paying customer in front of her. She knew better than anyone how to seduce the growling stomachs of her hungry clientele, always making sure to sneak in at least an extra bun or cookie into the customer's line of sight. Of course, the young, carefree man in front of her had already

Chapter One: Third Set: Identified. On the emanating TV screen in front of the woman, flashes and swirls of bright, white letters were appearing and disappearing in rapid fashion, spelling word after word. Slowly, the woman's fate became sealed shut, without her being able to do even a single thing about the matter. ''Contestant, we will now continue with the processing of your identity for the remainder of the game. Beware, protect your identity with caution, as being exposed might prove more dangerous than the game itself.'' My identity? You mean... My name? Finally! Only hearing who I am should provide enough leverage to regain my mem

Chapter One: Second Set: Enlistment. Hesitant, the woman stepped into the tight hallway, just past the iron door separating the two chilling rooms. She immediately withdrew her leg, scared of what might happen. However, nothing seemed to change, as the pressing silence still surrounding her only tightened its grip on her senses. The only thing penetrating the soundless area was the constant flow of air running up and down her nose. In front of her, the intimidating appearance of the gray, concrete hallway felt almost as the gaping maw of a monstrous beast, intending to swallow her whole. She knew that stepping into the long tunnel would se

Chapter One: First Set: Awakening. The faint sound of breathing, or the occasional creaking of a wooden chair. Other than this, not a single sound was to be heard. Everything seemed silent, not penetrating the consuming darkness around the woman, sleeping admits the silence. Tardily, she seemed to regain her consciousness. Her breathing changed pace, the pauses between inhaling and exhaling gone and the sound of her constant need for air increasing greatly. Without effort, her body started to reboot the systems of her being, slowly increasing her signs of life to a state of metal awareness. With a loud creak of the wooden chair she was se