Scotch Tape
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Scotch tape is a collection of 100-word stories wrapped up and connected by tapes as the papers are shattered and a lot of adhesive are needed to make it work.
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𝐕𝐞𝐢𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞: 𝐀 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐝
𝐒𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐲 𝐀𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞: 𝐄𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 & 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟐: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐚𝐣𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐜𝐲: 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒚. 𝑽𝒆𝒊𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝑽𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒚 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝑽𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑺𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒖𝒌𝒕𝒂, 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒂 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅. 𝑭𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒂𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕, 𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅, 𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒌𝒊𝒅𝒏𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒂. 𝒀𝒆𝒕, 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔, 𝑽𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒅-𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒖𝒏𝒘𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆, 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝑺𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒖𝒌𝒕𝒂 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆. Copyright © [202
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𝘋𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳. 𝘔𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘵. 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴. 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘺 𝘍𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘤é 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. "𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱..." 𝘐 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳. 𝘋𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘶𝘣𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘺, 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘢𝘯. 𝘐 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩. "𝘋𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦.. 𝘑𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮." 𝘐 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥. "𝘏𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸." 𝘋𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘶𝘣 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘵. 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧. 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘴𝘰 𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘥.. 𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘬. "𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘋𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦." 𝘐 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦𝘴. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯. 𝘔𝘺 𝘯𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘺Complete
All of us needed our own saviour. It could have been in any form. A person. A talent. An outburst. A paper. Laughing. Smiling. Walking forward. Breathing. Writing. And some of us needed someone to save us from ourselves. Our minds. Our own demons scattered in the depths of places we don't even want to imagine. Perhaps, it was what she was looking for. The depth within. ---------------------------------------------------- But little did we know, the heart was nothing but a sponge. It absorbed all kinds of feelings--pain, pleasure, depression, joy. Once absorbed, never stained.
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