Winter_Iris

Issac Zaid, a psychiatrist that has risen in popularity over the fact that, whoever enters his clinic, comes out feeling like 'all the negativity of their life was sucked away'. 

No one knows anything about this man, not even his closest friend, Soren Usoro, who has been trying to find out more about his friend by exchanging numbers with his one night stands but they always disappear the day after they were with him. 

It did not help that Issac is sometimes covered in bruises and injuries that looked too severe for him to have survived them or the fact that, under his eyepatch, is nothing but an almost empty socket and something glistening in the darkness.

What could he be hiding? And why is he not dead from his sugar consumption yet? Five whole cakes a day is not a healthy diet! 

"Issac! Put that abomination down!"

"Sorry, did you want some honey-dipped, chocolate-coated strawberry cheesecake with sprinkles, cherries and coconut shavings, Soren? You can have a bite. I am not sharing the whipped cream topping though." 

"I DON'T WANT IT!!!"

Forge of Shadows

Blinking his eyes, he was sure, with this second look, that this was indeed a finger. And a human one too.

"Here, you go. Eat up." The woman poured the soup into the bowls and gave it to everyone seated at the table.

Taking the finger in his spoon, Issac held it up to them all, "What is this?"

"Carrot." The woman said. "Don't you like it, Issac? I thought you liked carrots."

Turning to Araya, Issac held the finger up and asked, "What is this?"

"A carrot." She said, munching on a finger herself. "If you don't like it, I will eat it."

What the hell is going on here? Issac thought, biting into the finger as it broke like a carrot and even tasted like one. Am I the only one confused?

"See? You like it." The woman said brightly. "Now finish your soup up and go off to bed."

"Where's Zadie?" Issac asked, looking around the room.

Dreams or Memories