Interval

Interval

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Dulce Kelly is an exchange student from the UK, going to America for an entire school year. Nervous of the trip, he hopes it runs smoothly- but at what he believes to be some sort of scientific and supernatural discovery, things take a turn for the worse. in·ter·val /ˈin(t)ərvəl/ Learn to pronounce noun noun: interval; plural noun: intervals 1. an intervening time or space. Wanna get into the mood?? Listen to these songs to get into the Interval groove. -We didn't start the fire (Billy Joel) -The President has a sex tape (K. Flay) -Bullets (by archive) -parents (Yungblud) -Love Club (Lorde)
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انضم إلى أكبر مجتمع لرواية القصص في العالماحصل على توصيات قصص مخصّصة، احفظ قصصك المفضلة في مكتبتك، وقم بالتعليق والتصويت لتنمية مجتمعك.
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In the quiet desert village of Dey, living among the sand dunes and mirages, existed an anomaly - me. I was different, born without the ability to read, write or keep long memories. My scientist father hailed my uniqueness as a miracle, but my life was far from ordinary. To the village, I was just an oddity, a walking puzzle with missing pieces. My only solace was my best friend, always standing by me, his unspoken love for me etched in his affectionate gaze. We lived under a cruel regime with a population no more than a hundred. Every year, one of us would be chosen on the Counting Day, a ceremonious banishing ritual, to become yet another outcast to the floating prison island far off in the ocean - our village's dreaded version of population control. Our past criminals, defiant to government, and more terrifyingly, our loved ones gone missing, were thought to inhabit that island, their fate, a terrifying enigma. This year, as the Counting Day approached unrelentingly, and my loved one's life rested on borrowed time, I made a decision. I volunteered to be casted out. It was my turn to face the unknown with a hidden purpose - to locate my lost father who was sent there years ago.

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