Mirror, Mirror, On The Wall

“Kau yang melakukannya bukan?” Ia berbisik dalam gelisah. Suaranya nyaris pudar oleh udara hampa yang menyelubunginya.

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The tip of her finger paused of tracing the words. Her heart refused to take a dash of air. ‘It smells awful’, she said. She couldn’t help but wonder whether the filthy breeze was assorted among the dusts, dirts and mold, or just originated from a stench of death at the corner of the room.

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A Story of The Shoeshine

Dawn came with a dreary gray, ominous without a sign of warning. Until the clouds gradually cracked into a half, exposing the radiant of the sun light, he still did not care.

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