I stayed in the café long enough to finish another book. I had always been fascinated by books and how they shrink a lifetime into a few words. It was so extraordinary. Sometimes, I imagine how it would be to live someone else's life, to be in a different world, to think completely different.
I fish a few bills in my pocket and rented a bicycle. It is only a few hours before the sun sets but I decide to creep into the narrow passageway towards the lake. I brought another book to keep me company, to color my dull, monochromatic life. Perhaps we are destined to be so many things, but we could only be the ones we choose to be.
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Phantasmagoria
Short StoryI am not sure if I am the only one, but given my situation, I probably am. I am not sure if you felt the same way as I did. Hell, I am not even sure if any of you is real. If you are, please stay. I will tell you my story. And if, in any way possib...
