

Talking to Strangers“Just kill me now!” screamed the adolescent boy at the sky, as was typical of all angsty teenagers, “There’s no point in living anymore! God, if you really do love me, then please, just kill me now!”Talking to Strangers
A moment or two passed, but nothing happened.
The boy sighed, and continued down the empty road. He was tired of the same old routine, day after day after day. He was tired of life; he was tired of all the shit he had to go through. “I know it’s probably wrong to think this,” he mumbled to himself as he finally arrived at the entrance to his condominium building, “but maybe


Fear, sort of.There was nothing behind the door. Nothing. Nothing at all. At least that's what the little boy told himself as he tiptoed his way to the facade of an abandoned house near the streets where he and his friends had been playing.Fear, sort of.
Nothing's behind the door. No ghosts. No monsters. Nothing at all! His heart continued to race as he finally arrived before the door. Never before had a simple entryway seemed so... intimidating.
After all, my friends wouldn't have dared me to come here if it wasn't safe. Right? He cast a nervous glance back to his friends, who were, at the moment, cheering him on from the sidewalk.  


VibrationsThe man was vibrating.Vibrations
Not vibrating, as in excited or enthusiastic – He was literally vibrating. Vibrating in the exact same way as a guitar string does when it is plucked.
But why was he vibrating?
Simple – he was about to explode.
Boom.
Just like that.
The last few moments of his life, he had just spent wondering why he had been vibrating. And now he was just there, albeit without a body.
At this moment, one thought reigned supreme above all others – I suppose one could call it the climax of his thoughts after those few fleeting moments. One could e
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Wan pi de hai zhi...
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Allowing life to the wicked brings death.
Bringing death to the wicked allows life.
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