I have been quiet, as usual. This town has gotten more like a ghost town by the day. Everyone is keeping some sort of ugly secret from everyone and they are afraid they're ugly truths will soon enough be revealed.
Fear. Here's the thing about fear, it's always there. Fear of the unknown. Fear of facing it alone. Fear that those closest to you are the monsters. Fear that as soon as you slay one, there's another monster waiting to take its place. Fear that there's one more Boogeyman waiting at the end of the dark hall. Our story is about a town, a small town, and the people who live in the town. From a distance, it presents itself like so many other small towns all over the world .Safe. Decent. Innocent. Get closer, though, and you start seeing the shadows underneath.
Although a story continues, it can only get better, or be swallowed in our own depths as a dark hole.
And this is the simple truth- that is to live is to feel oneself lost. So much happens within a second, a minute, a day, in those times, question yourself, are you living or are you alive? Thats mainly a problem with the people in our town, and even this world.
The ones who accepts it, accepts their faults and mistakes, has already begun to find himself to be on firm ground. Instinctively, as do the shipwrecked. To know if they are alive or living.
This isn't just some ordinary story- it's real. This town, it isn't just some town, it's where things happen, a place where people die and are born, where people change and do things that are unforgettable, a place where everyone has their story. Where everyone including me have a beginning and ending. So here I tell.
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No FicciónLife is only a mystery itself. No one knows what's gonna happen next but they want to know, some don't care and wouldn't mind fading away. The town, the life everyone lives in is only a mystery. People are mysteries, love, and death itself is a myst...
