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DELIRIUM [#Wattys2016]

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DE·LIR·I·UM
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An acutely disturbed state of mind that occurs in fever, intoxication, and other disorders and is characterized by restlessness, ILLUSIONS, and incoherence of thought and speech.

S Y N O N Y M S : derangement, dementia, madness, insanity;

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 "All I'm saying, is that if something were to happen to such a pretty person, the world would be a far less humble place to live in." I quirked an eyebrow at her, just to watch her response.But all she did was laugh half-heartedly, gesturing towards me as she spoke.
  
  "What are you, like, the twenty-first century Shakespeare or something?"
  
  "No, I'm just really stoned." I mumbled, looking down at my boots as I sighed.
  
   "It's nice to meet you, Just Really Stoned." She said softly, and my lips tugged up in a smile at her immature joke. 
  
  "It's Michael, Michael Clifford." I closed one eye as I looked at her, pulling the sleeves of my jumper down over my hands.
  
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 A girl obsessed with her hallucinations. Michael Clifford, a hallucination that isn't a hallucination at all.
    
    
    
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His Ruthless Temptation by Plumavenetta

I saw her long before she saw me. She didn't know then that her fate had already been sealed, that every step she took was drawing her closer to me. Closer to what she would become. There was something in her-something fragile, something wild. A fear she tried to hide, wrapped in defiance and confidence. It was intoxicating, watching her, knowing that no one else could see what I saw. No one else could feel the pull like I did. The slow, deliberate unraveling of her world as it would soon be tethered to mine. I felt my heart beat once, hard and fast. It was the only signal I needed. She would be mine-not in some fleeting, hollow way. No. I would strip away every shield, every defense, until she was laid bare, body and soul. And when she looked at me for the first time, I knew. She was already mine. A. Trigger Warning ⚠️: This story contains intense and graphic content, exploring dark and disturbing themes that may be triggering for some readers. Sensitive topics are depicted throughout. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Proceed with caution: after this point, no additional warnings will be provided.

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Nice to meet you after all these years. You've grown so well. You look like a lot like your your mother. I smiled, getting a little uncomfortable with the comparison to my mother. "I see. I'm glad to give you company". "Thank you dear. It has been 10 years since I got Alzheimer and your mother just left me here. You sound kinder than her". I choked on my coffee hearing what she said, "What do you mean my mother?", I asked shockingly, not caring about respect for that second. "Yes, she used to visit me everyday when you were born. Huh! Sweet old times! Unfortunately, it has been 2 years". She seemed serious, more like disappointed, the real disappointment that one could not fake. I was about to blame her fuzzy logic on her alzheimer but she startled me with just a photo on her phone. A mid aged lady wearing a red dress that revealed most of her neck with her smiling widely, both of them holding champagne, looking like they were about to pass out. I scrunched up my mind a little and tried remembering my mom's face . The last time I checked, my mother didn't have a twin. I kind of grabbed the phone from her and rechecked the photo to only notice that it was taken exactly 2 years ago. I was shocked and tried to put things together but failed miserably. "But my parent's death were 5 years ago. How can my mother still be alive?" A story where a 19 year old girl, Chasey goes on an "uncalled for" adventure to find the last puzzle piece she craved for, all her life. Is she desperate? Yes. Will people show the same interest as her in finding their own unique mystery, investing their time and money? No. Why did she chose to? especially when it's not do or die. Because it was a need for her not a want. Word count - approx 28000

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