HaelEdNoel

“Is this true?” I asked. I can’t believe of what I have read on the posts on the social media account of the two writers that I met, Sketch and Doodle. I read again the post of Sketch.
 
I thought of something, not because there will be no update on his story but because of his post however I can’t remember where I read it before. Then, I read what Doodle had posted.
 
I suddenly remember my story and I read the last scene that I wrote; same words, same scenarios and same comments like how I read their posts. I doubt quite a bit but really it amazed me which I don’t know why. That is why I read some of their last few posts and it was quite surreal which leads to a coincidental from the turn of events on what their real life is and on what I wrote. I won’t pay any attention to what is going on because I know it wouldn’t happen. It seems like my suspicion is true… the things that I’m writing is coming true when there are real people that’s involved on my story however I need to investigate this.
 
Sketch wasn’t talking while driving, I can see on Doodle eyes how amazed he is while we travel, seeing a fine nature is really amazing while I seldom talk just to point where we have to move. I noticed Sketch glanced at me.
 
I smiled. “I’m actually kidnapping both of you and you two are willing victim.”
 
Sketch stepped on the breaks and it made a big screech of the car. “What?!” they both asked.

Contraclockwise

<p>The battle was over, but the war was far from finished. I exhaled a long, slow breath, looking around the wreckage that used to be the beautiful pride of the Go. Smoke curled into the night sky, and it's blending with the stars like it's ink spread out through the water. My shoes crunched over shattered debris as I moved through the place where the battlefield had happened earlier. Some of the Orion mercenaries are still unconscious; that is why the Wispy brothers' men were having difficulty loading them into the vehicle. Well, the tiny bottle I held, the mere placebo, a bluff that is so effective it might as well have been divine intervention, had done its job. I tucked it back into my pocket and turned to Cannon, who stood atop the wreckage like some victorious war god, stretching his arms as if he had just finished a warm-up routine. Honestly, I can't stop but glare at him.</p>

Chapter 19