Ketchup Stains
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  • Parts 5
  • Time 1h 17m
  • Reads 238
  • Votes 25
  • Parts 5
  • Time 1h 17m
Ongoing, First published Jul 21, 2019
The snow fell in fluffy white puffs all pure of every sense, contradicting himself; he could starkly feel the darkness ripping through the back of his mind, peeling back the curtain. The show has finally begun. As if turning on a hidden switch in an empty basement, the darkest part of Jeffery Samuel Frederick was vulnerably exposed. It wasn't long before people would start to piece the puzzle together, for the audience was watching now and even if he wasn't the star of the show, eyes would follow. 'For the eyes are the window to the soul', and Jeffery Fredericks in particular, were now shadowed over, forever.
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Tasnim entered the room with a gentle 'Salam', but the silence was deafening. The pungent smell of cigar smoke assaulted her nostrils, making her wrinkle her nose in distaste. Where was it coming from? She hesitated, tempted to retreat to the kitchen, but the open balcony door drew her attention. Curiosity propelled her forward. She approached the door, intending to close it, assuming the smell originated from outside. But what she saw froze her in place. Her gaze locked onto the scene before her, confusion etched on her face. Disbelief clouded her mind, thoughts racing in disjointed fragments. What is happening? When? Why? How? The questions swirled, refusing to merge into a rational thought. Tasnim's eyes remained fixed, her body immobile, as if time itself had paused.