An interactive horror novel, with you as the only thing keeping the protagonists alive! 


 Decide their fate.

 Live?
 Die?
 Kill?
 Be killed?


 It's all up to you, dear Stone Giver.

I closed the door to my room and faced the double-faced Kross. I said:
"Who the fuck is she?"
"Chill it, Oscar. She is who she says she is. A surgeon working here under a contract with the UN. Officially."
"And unofficially?"
"She might be doing a little work for SDECE - for the French intelligence service."
"She's a fucking spy!"
"She's not a fucking spy, and you're fucking stupid. She might be a source for the French, but chances are she isn't even aware of it."
"What!?" He shook his head and gave me a reproachful look. Then he said:
"It usually goes like this: you have a friend. You have a beer with your friend and talk about what you've been up to, oh I drove down to Abidjan to get some shopping done and I ran into those two guys. Then the friend goes and writes a report. Got it? What did you think, that spies have I AM A SPY printed on their foreheads?"
"If she isn't aware she's being used, what was that crack about cars equipped with machine guns?"
He smiled thinly and said:
"I told you I drove armored cars for a living at one point. And like most sensible people, she doesn't like guns."
"You  like guns."
"I belong to the sensible minority that does," he said.
"Don't bullshit me," I said. "She sounded too suspicious. She didn't meet you while you were driving an armored car, did she? She knew."

He let out an irritated snort and shifted his weight from one foot to the other and said:
"Yes, that's exactly how we met, while I was driving around in a fucking armored car. Look, we can go over everything later. We can spend all afternoon and evening tomorrow, if you like. But right now I've got her waiting for me."

This I knew to be true; as we parted company with Mireille, Kross offered assistance in getting her shopping to her car. She wasn't staying at the megahotel; she was just shopping there. Apparently, that was what a lot of whites did, belonging as they did to the local consumer aristocracy. That's the aristocracy of our modern, democratic times: he who pays most is the most noble.

I stared at Kross for a while. Then I said:
"Okay. There are still a couple of questions I need answered tonight. Not tomorrow. Tomorrow I have the whole day to relax, right? Tonight."
"That's my boy," he said. He actually reached out and patted me on my arm. "I'll see you later." And he fucked off, leaving me alone in my room.

It wasn't a bad room to be left alone in; it definitely ranked among the top ten hotel rooms in my life. Like the other nine, it was built to international jetsetter standard, and could have equally well belonged in a hotel located in Paris or New York: true home away from home. The big bed's carved headboard and a couple of pictures (antelopes loping through long yellow savannah grass, a very happy, young, very pretty African female with a bunch of green bananas) indicated the room, and its accompanying bathroom, were in fact located in Africa.

However, the bathroom - and particularly the space-age toilet - were extremely unAfrican. Made of stainless steel, the toilet was a beautifully designed piece. It was the ultimate receptacle for jetsetter waste, and its oval promise was echoed in the stainless steel bidet under the opposing wall. Hygiene-minded jetsetters could hold mini-conferences in this bathroom, the bidet-sitter releasing a warm, comforting spray on the gonads as needed. It would be nice to immobilize Kross there, legs splayed right over the spray nozzle, then switch the water to boiling hot prior to asking a few questions. Question number one would ask Kross to explain what Mireille meant by mischief, no offhand remarks about driving armored cars accepted. Question number two would be whether we really were going to visit her.

I  wanted to see her. I had lots of questions for her, too. Once she'd revealed herself as a surgeon, Mireille changed. It was as if bringing it up had reminded her of the right code of conduct for a professional woman. She became politely friendly with Kross, and friendly polite with me (I didn't mind; I'd just noticed she didn't wear a wedding band).

There were no further remarks about guns or mischief, and she didn't retract or water down her invitation. When we were saying goodbye, she actually said 'see you' to me. What was best, she hadn't cracked a single joke about my name, looks, and the Academy Awards. I hadn't been so smitten by a woman in a long, long time.

I groaned and sat down on the bed. This reminded me of the many useless hours spent in the room next to the toilet, so I moved into the armchair that had been thoughtfully positioned by the window. I couldn't see the lagoon or the office towers. All I could see was night, with a scattering of lights both above and below. Even the moon had fucked off somewhere else; it had better things to do than to be watched by Oscar Hansen. I cast a couple of longing glances at the mini bar, giving my willpower a good workout. I got up and walked around the room once again, stopping to prod a button on the big hotel TV - much bigger than the one I'd had back in my world class home. It burst into life with a spastic crackle, eventually rewarding me with a closeup of an unshaven man mouthing a big breast that had a nipple the size of the business end of the average liquor bottle. There were two fairly long black hairs growing next to the nipple: very unprofessional.

I switched the TV off, feinted towards the mini bar and ended up sitting in the armchair yet again. I sat there, drinkless, and looked at the night. It held no answer; night never does. Neither does the day, but it looks better. It looks as if there was an answer or two - somewhere.

I had a long wait. Kross returned late: my adjusted, re-synchronized watch told me it was nearly eleven local time. By then, I had added several questions to the original Kross list, the most pressing of which was, of course, the most common question asked by fellow travelers, or where the fuck have you been. But it became apparent that all questions will have to wait when he entered.

He brought two women with him, two good-looking hotel whores. They were both mulattas with long, snakelike braided hair: twenty-year-old modern Medusas wearing skimpy vinyl. One had white vinyl hot pants and a black vinyl vest. The other had a black vinyl miniskirt and a white vinyl bolero. It was impossible not to imagine them going down on each other. I said:

"Kross. What the fuck is this?"
"This," he said, "Is Angelique. And this is Monique. They both speak English. They've been around."

He put his arms around them as he spoke, and they giggled appreciatively. The three of them had been drinking or doing drugs or both. They were high, but they were in control. They were true professionals.

"Hello," the white hot pants said to me. She was the slightly uglier one, but still very good-looking. They both had a shining if slightly creaky future in their chosen business. I said:
"I repeat. What the fuck is this?"
"I saw the way you looked at Mireille, and thought it was time for a little rest and recreation," Kross said. "We've worked so hard to get here. It's all part of getting acclimatized."
If he had noticed, then so had Mireille. I swallowed and said:
"I thought you had a full day tomorrow."
"Don't worry about me. I just have to make a couple of calls, and pay someone a visit. I'll be done by the afternoon. Which one do you like better? I like Angelique."

He squeezed the hip of the black miniskirt and she let out a delighted yelp and bit him on the ear. He liked it. He said something French to the hotpants, and opened the door.

"Kross," I said, "Wait. For fuck's sake. We were supposed to talk."
"We'll talk tomorrow."
"Tomorrow when?"
"First thing. Crack of dawn - say, around eleven. I'll give you a shout." He allowed the giggling Angelique to pull him out into the corridor.

The door slammed shut. I looked at Monique. She looked back at me. I asked:
"Would you like a drink?"

She shook her head, grinning, and walked up to me. She got uncomfortably close and I moved a step back.
"My name is Monique," she said.
"I know. My name is Oscar."
"I know," she said, and stepped forward again. I stepped back. I said:
"Look, I don't know if I'm up to this."

Her grin didn't waver. She put a hand on her crotch and gave it a squeaky squeeze. She said:
"Then you can watch."

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What do you do when you've just lost your job, your wife, your home?
The answer is simple: you go looking for treasure in Africa.
NOTE: This is a completed novel I wrote a long time ago.

Jin Liwei's comment was a simple animated sticker showing a cartoon of an angry white cat cracking its whip.
The netizens were taken aback. Such a cute kitty sticker… Was this something the cold and intimidating CEO Jin would comment publicly? Not to mention that it was the first post on his account ever! It was completely out of character. It was like seeing a big and mighty lion suddenly meowing like an adorable harmless kitty. They were unsure how to react.
"Uhm… I don't think it's CEO Jin. Wasn't Jin Corporation hacked during the end of summer? Maybe the hacker decided to hack CEO Jin's personal account this time."
"I think so, too. I don't believe CEO Jin will post something as cute as this. Besides, he's probably too busy running his business empire to waste his time posting on social media."
"CEO @JinLiwei, is that really you?"
Surprisingly, Jin Liwei directly replied to this user.
JinLiwei: "Yes, it's me."
There was a moment of silence before the netizens started freaking out.
"OMG! Is this for real?! Kyaaaah! CEO Jin replied to me! I took a screenshot! CEO @JinLiwei, I love you so much! You're so handsome! Actually, I think that you're more handsome, cooler and manlier than your brother @JinChonglin! I'm your fan!"
"Stupid. So what if he says that it's him? That doesn't prove anything. If I was the hacker, of course I would also say that I'm CEO Jin Liwei if I was using his account. I bet that there will be an announcement later saying that CEO Jin's account got hacked or something. Don't get your hopes up."
The bizarre situation got juicier but also more confusing when Jin Chonglin replied to his brother's comment.
JinChonglin: "Big Bro @JinLiwei, you already know about our announcement. You even gave us your blessing. Besides, it was your idea in the first place. Stop pretending to be angry about it. It's too late."
Then Jin Liwei's account replied to Jin Chonglin with yet another sticker. It was again an animated cartoon of an angry white cat, but this time, it was slamming a door close presumably on his younger brother's face.
Jin Chonglin also replied with a sticker. It showed a dog sulking with its head down in front of a wall.
Everyone couldn't believe the brothers' super cute interaction. Was this for real? Maybe both of their accounts got hacked?
Jin Liwei's cute comments might be unbelievable, but Jin Chonglin's weren't that unusual. He frequently interacted with his fans online, so they could sense if it was really him behind his account. And they could sense that he was the one currently interacting with his older brother's account right now.
"OMG!!! What on earth is happening?!! Don't tell me it's really CEO Jin posting all those cute angry kitty stickers?!!! I'm shook!!!
"Looks like it. If it wasn't CEO Jin, I don't think Prince Lin Lin would reply so familiarly like that. And it really feels like the bantering between brothers. Holy smokes! Even if it was really CEO Jin, my brain just refuses to process that it's him. I can't connect those cute kitty stickers with his cold and scary image!"
"Same here. But let's take a step back for a moment and focus on why he's using those angry cat stickers. It looks like he's not pleased that Jin Chonglin will be making an announcement with Iris Long."
"Now that you mention it, you're right! Maybe CEO Jin and the entire Jin family don't approve of Jin Chonglin's relationship with Iris Long."
"But Prince Lin Lin just said that CEO Jin already knows about the announcement. He said that he even gave them his blessing, and also that it was his idea in the first place. Why is CEO Jin complaining now?"
"Maybe CEO Jin only barely approved of their relationship because the two begged him to accept it. He may have approved it, but it doesn't mean that he's happy with it."
This speculation made the LinRis shippers very unhappy with Jin Liwei.
"Go away, Jin Liwei! I don't care if you're the CEO of Jin Corporation or whatever! Don't try separating our Boss Iris and Prince Lin Lin or we'll…we'll…we'll call you ugly, you (gorgeous) poopoo-head!"
"Ah, my heart bleeds for Prince Lin Lin and Boss Iris. They're just like the star-crossed lovers, Romeo and Juliet! Others are trying to come between them!"
"I swear I'll protest in front of Jin Corporation's main headquarters if CEO Jin doesn't approve of our Boss Iris for Prince Lin Lin!"
"Count me in!"
The LinRis shippers were now treating Jin Liwei as if he was the biggest villain in the path of their Boss Iris and Prince Lin Lin's path to a lifetime of marital happiness. They were encouraged when Jin Chonglin began liking their posts against Jin Liwei.
Jin Chonglin then posted another sticker. This time, it was of an animated dog pointing one of its paws while laughing uproariously.
###
Jin Corporation.
Xu Tian knocked on the door twice before opening it and entering. He found his boss, Jin Liwei, working on his computer behind his massive desk.
Jin Liwei only gave a quick glance and a nod at his assistant before continuing to type away.
"President, here are some documents that need your attention," Xu Tian told him upon arriving in front of his desk. "The first pile needs to be signed today while the others aren't as urgent."
"Leave them on the desk."
"Yes, President."
Xu Tian did as he was told. He was about to walk out of the office to make some refreshing tea for his boss when an adorable child's voice suddenly spoke.
"Excuse me, Daddy. Sorry to bother you, but are you busy? Meow~"
"Yes, I am. Why?" Jin Liwei replied while continuing to work on his computer.
"Oh, okay. Mommy was just asking if you're busy because she wants to talk to you. Ketchup will just tell her that Daddy can't talk right now because you're busy. Meow~"
Jin Liwei immediately paused what he was doing.
"I always have time for your mom. She can always talk to me. Tell her to call me—no, let's call her instead."


A world-famous hacker and daughter of the most powerful criminal family who ruled the international Underworld for many generations is killed when their organization is annihilated in a single night.

She is reborn into the body of Iris Long, a teenage pop singer, wild party girl, and spoiled brat. For the former princess of the Underworld who lived an overprotected and shackled life, this new life is a chance to finally live the life of freedom and independence that she always wanted.

Jin Liwei is the most powerful man in the country's business world. Cold and ruthless, he is someone only a few dare offend. When the infamous Iris Long, who used to chase his younger brother, wakes up from a year-long coma, his unfeeling heart moves for the first time and he falls hard for this unexpected genius girl.

She wants to fly freely and soar high beyond the sky. He wants her everything, to tie her to himself and to never let her go.

This is her journey to super stardom. This is his journey in accompanying her. Together, they will rock the world while facing many challenges.

But what will happen when she discovers that she can never escape from the shadows of her previous life? Will she still be able to live her dream life of freedom and independence? Will he be able to protect her from the dangers?

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The hands that hugs the waist, is slowly stroking the back the side of Pam.  She knew this is coming regardless of the situation.  In all honesty she missed him a lot.  She tried so hard to keep herself busy for the past 6 months. The thought of waiting caused her to tear up few days ago, now that they are together, she can only give in to Tim and accept the mutual physical longing

Tim lifted her tank top exposing her upper body.  Pam did not resist, she looked away to lessen the embarrassment.  

"I like what I see."  Tim looked at her face fascinated with the faint section created in her abdomen.  She is probably working on her abs.  She looked toned no longer skinny. 

Pam gave out a smile but covered her face, she felt proud and happy with what Tim said but at the same time still feeling embarrassed of her exposure.  Her boobs were never big like Lissy's but it stand proud despite its cute size.  

Tim cannot help but admire what she has done to her body.  What other way to enjoy but to give those abs little kisses?  This got Pam to curl inwards as she became ticklish with the subtle kisses.  It then escalated to the twins.  Tim sucked hard on both igniting goosebumps all over Pam's body.  Pam helplessly encircled her arms around his neck to support her weakening upper body due to the burning sensation. 

Pam thought that the long-haul flight will slow down Tim however he was like a beast that has never hunted for years.  The first assault was too sudden and rough.  He forcefully got in with one push.  Tim would normally tease he, let her adjust to his size and rhythm before going all out.  Pam gasp for breath, it hurts almost just like the first time, but it got better in succeeding assault.  In the end she was the prey that got slaughtered till the last drop.   

Pam never expected to wake up with feverish feeling down south.  She was too tired last night.  Even the daily exercises she had did not help regain her strength in every round they had.  It only allowed her to stay 'alive' as Tim bullied her all night.  Her body clock tells her that it still early in the morning.   Half awake, she tried to open her eyes to check on the time from the wall clock in front of the bed.   Before she could even confirm the time, she let out a loud moan.  She realized that her legs are raised and spread wide open, the raging bull appears to be cleaning up in between.

"Tim~" 

She was too weak to resist and say another word and just let out a long moan. 

Tim responded with, 'hmmm' acknowledging her call out.  It created a vibration to that sensitive part causing Pam to moan more.  Such reaction from Pam got Tim's mouth and tongue working double time.  Early in the morning, she is literally dripping.  Her sanity is about to escape her, trembling as she reached orgasm.  Tim knew it was coming and so he ascended.  

This action caused Pam to use his last ounce of breath to tell him, "no more please…" tapping his waist. 

The bull who is in position let out an evil smile but retreated.  Tim hugged Pam spooning her.  She was almost lifeless from releasing fluid in her body.  He was still teasing her butt with his thing but Pam pleaded.  

"Tim, you are not leaving tomorrow right?"

"Hmmm...why?"  he was sniffing her neck as he answered.

"We have time to do this again, I am drained."

Tim chuckled and continued with the tease, stroking her body sensually.  In a few minutes, Pam has drifted back to sleep.  It was indeed early, at 6am she woke up from the endless nibbling in the area in between her thighs.  Tim hugged her and for few more minutes stared at her face peacefully sleeping.   He then stood up to go to the bathroom and relieve the heat that is still prevalent in his body. 

While Pam is asleep, Tim roamed around the unit, checking each area.  He took note of the place where she would normally take or do video call with him.  The mini calendar at living room got his attention.  There were stickers on some dates.  He assumed that it represents her emotion for the day.  He looked back from the months since the first sticker has been pasted.  It was a crying emoji.  There were also stickers with sweat, heart and surprise.  Noticeably few days before he arrived in Sydney there were stickers depicting, she cried.  It was a good thing that he decided to cut the US trip to spend time with her. 

It was almost lunch time and he only had coffee in the morning, he started to feel hungry.  He saw bacon and eggs on the fridge.  There was also garlic, olive oil and pasta.  He started preparing to cook for traditional carbonara.   

The table is set with the simple pasta.  Tim checked on Pam.  She was still sleeping soundly, he suddenly felt sorry for her.  He was indeed too demanding of her to satisfy his needs.  He sat on one side of the bed and stoked her hair calling her soft, "Pam… Pam."

Pam responded only after several attempts from Tim to wake her up.  But what got her to open her eyes is when his hot breath fell on her ears and said, "wake up My Queen, otherwise we can do it again."

"Tim…stop joking.  I am drained."

"I am not joking!"  Pam is still naked under the quilt.  Tim was stroking her thigh.  

Pam tried to sit not even minding the quilt falling on her lap exposing her upper body full of love bites.  She is still on daze and confused state. What surprised Tim is when she hugged him. 

"Let me rest." She said pleading once more.

"I will let you rest, freshen up for now and let's have our lunch."

At the mentioned of lunch, Pam reacted 180 degrees.  She retracted from hugging Tim.  Stood up not minding her nakedness and proceed to the bathroom.  No matter how tired she is Tim has missed proper dinner and breakfast, she needs to get something prepared for lunch.

Tim just observed her movements, seeing her walk uninhibited got him smiling.  This is how he wants her to be uninhibited even if he is around.  Looking at her body, it is to die for.

Pam had to run away before its too late.  She has always dreamed of becoming successful in IT career.  Love came unexpectedly from an unexpected man.  She was willing to take the journey towards success with him.  She was ready to dive in a romantic relationship.  Suddenly he is part of her dream, her life, all her first was with him.  It was beautiful until she was apparently just an ego game. 

Tim…he still exudes the confidence.  He still got the appeal physically and mentally.  Everyone thinks he has everything!  After Pim left him, he felt abandoned, he felt empty. Thanks to Lissy he felt complete, ‘she is the one’.   Lissy is all that I need.   

What is the truth behind Tim?  He used to be Pim’s. His girl was once called Pim.  Asking both themselves in silence…why do we have to cross path once more when each has moved on. 

“What are you doing?” has been an interesting line for Tim. Read on to find out. There are some mature content.

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 Author: NAM Heesung

 Translator: LMSnovel

Chapter 2
     Waking up to a splitting headache an hunger pangs was not the way I wanted to return to land of the living, however I was alive, so still it was a bonus.
     As I opened my eyes it only got worse. I was in a shabby small room that looked like a rerun of the 80s. From a certain British tv show with a certain galavanting male hero wall posters to a certain mechanical nightmare that screamed something along the lines of kill all humans when I stepped on it, while getting my bearings, it was definitely a child's room an messy. 
     I then heard a snap an remembered something awful. Yes, all my years in this body's memories came back to me. Thankfully none of the baby memories made it through except for maybe a flash or two, first words and steps an so on.
     Ok, down to business I thought. What year is it. I walked over to a wall calendar I saw sitting atop a very worn used desk with stickers all over it. The date read July 1, 1990, if I remember correctly Harry received his letter in 1991, so great I have about 10 months to get ready. 
     There was only a itsy, bitsy, teeny, weeny, problem. I unfortunately did not have any memory of the accidental magic variety. No exploding chestnuts under the teachers desk or weird teleporting away from bully incidents. For all intents an purpose's I was a muggle. I couldn't believe it my retirement slash second chance at life was gonna be wasted away being a muggle while knowing for a fact I was in HPV. (Will have this as Harry Potter Universe because it takes to long to type)
     Ok, breath wait what's my name now ...
     Staring at a mirror I remembered it was James Kirk Howlett, and staring back at me was a young, with messy hair, boy with Asian an Caucasian features. Doing the quick check for all the important bits, hmm so I am a mix whatever in my original life I was part Cajun French,German an scotch Irish so basically mix of a different variety. Getting back to my self rambling wasn't there a special skill or something Bob gave me?
     For the next 10 mins I kept calling out all the most embarrassing things I could think of like fireball in a silly pose or menu while looking around. Amidst my inner monologue a hand tapped me on my head. I turned around and was immediately embarrassed. Why you ask? Because my sister of 7 years was staring at me like I was a weirdo and said mom says to come eat breakfast. I smiled while sneering a little sure sorry I didn't hear you if you knocked. 
     Whatever she said an left.
     After my sister left I did see a small dot on the bottom of my eye site. Blinking I tried concentrating on it an boom a text screen of blue popped up in my face. 
     
     Welcome user5677654 to the skill/power copy card system.

I smiled, this actually might be good.

I wanted to create a story with an idea I rarely see used an this is that attempt.

Tuesday had arrived, and I could not wait to meet the stranger Michelle told me about yesterday. But after experiencing a few nightmares this past week, I felt the need to relieve some stress out of my body.

Just before Charissa went to work, she had left a handwritten note on the table for me to read carefully. She wrote:

Dear Christine, 

I left you a few pancakes and bacon for breakfast. Hope you enjoy them. And don't forget to clean the house and work on some laundry today. Take care.

Sincerely yours, Charissa

After some breakfast and a few errands, I finally found time to chill and unwind in the living room. At first, I tried watching some television, but there was no good programs to choose from. At that moment, a 30-year-old vinyl player and a few LPs on the cabinet generated my attention.

My dear mother Charissa was an avid new wave fan. She undoubtedly had a valuable collection of Spandau Ballet, Culture Club, INXS and Tears for Fears records. There was also a Mr. Mister 'Welcome to the Real World' LP, graciously given to her as a gift from one of her esteemed colleagues.

I carefully carried the vinyl player and the Mr. Mister record to the table to check if they are still in good working condition. As it turned out, the appliance played just fine and the LP sounded as beautiful as before.

One song that brought my attention was 'Broken Wings', in particular its very tearful chorus. 

Take these broken wings
And learn to fly again
And learn to live so free
When we hear the voices sing
The book of love will open up
And let us in

I sang to 'Broken Wings' and felt my singing voice was as vibrant as ever. It also helped that Cathy taught me some vocal lessons in the summer, although becoming a prolific recording artist was not my forte.

Charissa's other records were also played, much to my delight. But these days, digital streaming is popular and more accessible in my time. Nevertheless, it was fun to dust off that old vinyl record and play an LP or two every once in a while.

While Charissa was a self-confessed new wave fan, I leaned more into sentimental ballads because of my troublesome experiences as a kid. One example was when Cathy played 'Don't Cry Out Loud' during her visit to the room, a sentimental song which brought tears to my eyes.

On this particular day, however, no tears were shed. Instead, I gladly listened to some of the songs on my mobile phone.

There were the classics like 'Careless Whisper' by George Michael and 'Hello' by Lionel Richie. I also dabbled into modern-day hits which include 'We're Never Ever Getting Back Together' by Taylor Swift and 'Thinking Out Loud' by Ed Sheeran.

I always thought of these songs as mental therapy for all the pressures and demands of life, particularly during school days. When bad days happen, music became my source of relaxation and healing.

Later that afternoon, I dropped by a newly opened music store to look at some fresh vinyl records. The store was located a stone's throw from the condominium so walking there was much more convenient.

While I do love to listen on my digital devices, the experience of tuning in to Charissa's vinyl player remains as gratifying as ever. When played on a turntable, an LP sounded more natural than its digital counterparts. That said, I got curious with all the newly released vinyl records that were on sale.

"Do you have any new albums for sale, sir?" 

The store owner answered, "We do have a couple of new ones, mostly classics. I have some Fleetwood Mac, The Cure, and even Hall and Oates for you."

"Fleetwood Mac?" I said to the store owner. "There is the 'Rumours' album in my unit and I love listening to 'Dreams'.

"But Fleetwood Mac is more than just the 'Rumours' album," he responded. "We also have the 'Mirage' and 'Tango in the Night' LPs inside the store. You can sample them here at the turntable for free."

I listened to portions of the 'Mirage' and 'Tango in the Night' albums and it turned out to be both beautiful. The record store owner even implied that 'Little Lies' and 'Hold Me' were the two best songs to listen to on a bad day.

I did have another question in mind, though. "How about The Cure and Hall and Oates? Are they good too?" 

He replied, "They also sound great, particularly the 'Disintegration' and 'Voices' albums. If your day is miserable, then check out 'Lovesong' and 'You Lost That Lovin' Feeling'. They fit your mood pretty well."

After careful sampling and consideration, I decided to buy The Cure's 'Disintegration' record. To me, it felt like an album most teens would want to listen to on a moody day. 

But I never intended becoming a goth like Robert Smith. Nevertheless, the gloomy sound of their album attracted my attention, especially the slow ones such as 'Lovesong'.

That night I played the album to Charissa who had just returned from work. She reacted by saying "Very dark but impressive. I like this album. How much did you pay for it?"

"Around P 1500," my response to the owner.

Charissa followed up by saying "It's too expensive, but then again I used to buy some of the records myself. Thus, I'll forgive you for spending so much."

"But to be honest, our turntable is too old and a bit worn out," she added. "We must replace it soon. What do you say?"

I answered, "Why not? It may be expensive, but we really need an upgrade."

For the rest of the night Charissa and I enjoyed a hearty dinner while listening to some of the other LPs in our unit. It was a very joyful time for both me and Charissa as we relived the days of our youth.

The next morning, I received a text message from Michelle. Looking into my smartphone, I wondered what news Michelle would bring today.

Christine, a 22-year-old college student, decides to open a blog and write a story about her tormented past.

As a young child, Christine was constantly abused and mocked by her classmates for her nearsightedness and portly complexion. To make matters worse, she was left to live with her aunt after her mother was assigned to work overseas and her father became too preoccupied in his work as a doctor.

This story is about a young woman's pursuit towards positivity and joy amid these turbulent times. For Christine, all she wants now is to face her fears and overcome them one by one.

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