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>I felt a strange feeling inside me, somewhat kind of stubborn fire. A rebellion against my own despair, that's actually exciting. Me against myself. Maybe, I did not know all the truths yet, maybe the past was twisted, maybe the voices still lurked, but I had one tiny foundation stone to step on, and that is I am a ceraunophile, a person who is fascinated by thunder and lightning.</p>

Chapter 8