12th January 2002
West Pacific regions
Kavnar Islands
Yen News Company
Good morning Kavnar. To our sadness, the owner of the KSC, Mr William, has passed away this afternoon along with his wife, Madame Tresha. This was due to the accident two days ago that authorities are still investigating.
As for what may happen, the KSC will receive a new, temporary owner who is the head housemaid of the Williams household, Barbara. Barbara has accepted her responsibilities to build up the business and care for the only child in the William family until he is ready to take over the company.
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23rd November 2015
Samuel: Mom? Dad? Wake up... I am hurt.
I was ten when it happened.
Samuel: Mom, you are bleeding.
I didn't have a clear understanding of the situation back then.
Samuel: Dad, why aren't you answering me?
Their smiling, dead faces are still engraved into my head.
Samuel: Help us! Mom and Dad are not replying to me!
It was only when the sirens were heard that I knew their fate.
Samuel: Mom! Dad! Please be okay!
This was the end of my joyful childhood.
My name is Samuel William, but the people in my life call me Sam for short. I have been a shut-in since my parents died and made Barbara spend her time teaching me while managing Father's business and caring for the household.
When I reached the age of twenty-one, Barbara decided to quit her job and hand Father's business to me. She told me she had 'other dreams to pursue', against which I couldn't argue.
Two more years have passed, and I learned that Barbara adapted the business to make it more self-managing. This made me feel lost as I wasn't needed much in the industry anymore.
Days would pass as I wondered within the cobblestone fence. I wished and prayed for my anxiety about leaving the household to vanish, but they are now a part of me. Every man fears something, right?
Life seemed plain when Barbara left. Maybe because she was the only person who conversed with me. I wonder how she is doing...
Am I weird? Some million-dollar man who never leaves his mansion and spends his time talking to himself because he has no friends. It's hard to judge when I know nothing...
I can't stick to one topic...
I spend most of my time learning art to become as good as Mother. She enjoyed painting the beauty of nature and all its creatures. She was lovely herself and patient in every situation.
She was unlike Father, who was grumpier and more impatient. He worked his art in the more technical field with his gears and motors. His creations would put wonders in those who see them as he prefers to reveal the inner workings of his work to educate the curious children pondering over them.
Mother and Father were great people who brightened up the islands of Kavnar. Everyone lived with joy as they entertained and cared for the people. Even I was happy to have the best parents there was to be. But everything ends in life, no matter how hard we try to save them.
Actually... This is my time. This is the time when I stand against Fear and go out. Mother and Father would never want me to be this cowardly man, wasting my life doing nothing. Finally, I feel strong enough to face my fears and explore the outside world.
I did not leave.
Disappointed, I summon a maid and ask her random questions to brighten my mood.
Samuel: Do I look fat?
Maid: I'm sorry, but can you repeat that?
Samuel: Am I fat?
Maid: Sir, are you all right?
Samuel: Yes, I am...
Maid: Then why ask such an absurd question?
Samuel: I am in a bad mood and trying to feel better.
Maid: Ahh, I see. How about I bake a cake for you?
Samuel: Wait... You're the maid with the addicting cake?
Maid: Yes, I am, but don't call it addicting, and this isn't our first time speaking.
Samuel: Yes, yes. Sorry about that. This is the first time I've spoken to someone after Barbara left.
Maid: But again, we have talked.
Samuel: Excluding all the time when I commanded you lot around. Anyway, I haven't got your name.
Fathima: It's Fathima Sir.
Samuel: You can stop that.
Fathima: Stop what?
Samuel: Stop calling me 'Sir.' Call me Sam instead.
Fathima: All right then, Sam, may I bake the cake now?
Samuel: Yes, please. Oh, also, I'll promote you to the head housemaid from now on.
Fathima: I already am the head...
With that, she left. I managed to embarrass myself by not knowing who keeps the household in my own house. I could hear Fathima giggle as she walked down the hall, chatting with others about my lack of awareness.
A few hours passed, and she finally delivered the cake to me. I took a nibble and was awed by the taste and texture. It was just that she was taught Mother's recipe and was the only person who perfected it. She even learned every other recipe Mother had left, which made her my favourite after Barbara.
The cake helped me calm down. I thanked her for the aid, but she began teasing me about my mistakes. We kept talking for a few minutes until a maid was heard screaming outside.
Maid: Intruder! Intruder!
Fathima and I rushed to the garden, where the screams were heard. Upon spotting them, my mind became blank, and I froze, not knowing what to do next.
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Life is a Deception (sample)
General FictionSamuel William, a man in his twenties who had lost his parents at a young age, had finally begun exploring life, which led him to experience a series of events built to awaken him. From the pain of his parent's death to the happy and melancholy new...
