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Doctor Kenneth thought for days before naming him Alex, and as he felt the growing bond between them in the depths of his heart, wishing his name to mean something, he said: "Your name is the reason why you exist. You are the guardian of humanity, Alex..." Alex approached the baby and looked at her more carefully. Like his father, he believed that names were more than just lovely words given without a purpose. He wanted to keep this memory of his father alive, relive it every time and to pass it through generations like a tradition. The newborn's pale pink colored skin shimmered in the sunlight, with prominent green veins like an obsessive ivy covering her flesh. When he met her big almond eyes, bright like a pearl, he found the name that would suit her. He took the baby from Alexandra and raised her into the sky, between the palms of his hands for the others to see. "Taown," he said ringngly. He named her Pearl. *** Translator: YAĞMUR GÖKSEL Thanks to Yağmur Göksel, who helped me share this novel, which I wrote in my native language(Turkish), by translating it into English.
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DIABOLIC SERIES 3 All my life I've lost my breath. It would happen over the simplest things, if I stretched too high to catch a ball, lifted something for too long, if I sneezed, if I talked. Other times I would loose my breath because I had a panic attack, or was yelling or being yelled at, if I was exerting myself on a physical level. Having the wind knocked out of me is a familiar feeling. But I didn't truly know what it felt like to loose the air in my lungs, loose the feeling that has kept my alive my entire life. I didn't loose it when I fell in love, I didn't loose it when I found out one drunken night with the girl I love would mean a baby, I didn't loose it when I found out that I'd actually be a father. No, I lost that when she told me that she doesn't love me. When she spit in my face how much she can't stand me, how I've ruined her life, that she doesn't want me in any aspect. I'm not her 'type' whatever that means, seeing as she quite willingly had sex with me. Her saying this made this ugly, lonely and depressing thought hit my diaphragm. Violet Thompson is carrying my child. And she despises me for it. The way I came to this conclusion was simple, Nonnie- -that's what I call her, since her middle name's Noel and I wanted something to call her that if I shouted it in the middle of a crowd, only she would turn to and know it's me- -told me that all she wants is someone there. A father for her baby, a physical presence. Not a mind, personality. Not a person. A body. A shell. I've been a dead man walking. And I was that shell, was just a body... until I found him.

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