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“I wish to walk naked and barefooted, but the black suit, navy tie and the invisible black shoes if you insist,” Sterlone said while he opens the wrapper of the chocolate bar. “Highness, I heard news that Dr. Ire is coming to visit us this morning. He did not speak of when but it’s wise to get ready soon before..” Just then the door swung open on both sides sounding like a clash of thunder. In front of the two men stood another with a cowboy hat and a medical needle in one hand. The needle was embroidered with heads of skulls. “Bloody hell! At least knock when you enter Dr.Ire , blind vampire and I’m not going to take the shot,” Sherlone responded while intensely munching on his favorite chocolate bar. “I don’t care if you’re a highness! Take your shot or else you won’t be able to control your powers!” Dr.Ire then started chasing Sherlone around the room to puncture through his skin with the three headed skull needle. Dighton watched. 
It was not until Sherlone collapsed on the rug with his eyes still filled with ambition that Dr. Ire successfully stabs the needle in his arm. “If only it was easier, like to not have the powers that I have,” Sherlone said while still on the ground. His blonde hair blushed the rug while he turned away from Dr.Ire and Dighton. Dr.Ire still glares at him with his bright blue eyes.

Open Starter: Home of Heirs

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“Enter,” Sterlone, the son of the eldest heir of Ciucci Manor commanded. “With some food if you will.”

Open Starter: Home of Heirs

It was half a century ago, when the whole world decided to go to war with itself. Nations left and right began sending their armies to their borders, desperate to end the other side before they themselves were ended. ‘What was the trigger to this conflict?’ one may ask, the answer being that each nation had been bestowed a gift by a powerful being. Each gift was capable of great harm or good, and half of them were a supposed guarantee that when the powerful being came back to cleanse the world, the countries holding them would be spared. 

So for the fourty-seven years since the powerful being’s first visit, there were great conflicts all over, costing many lives. It was only three years ago that a nation that appeared out of nowhere brought about a somewhat sturdy peace, the nation being called Errantem Kingdom. The terms of the peace was that when the powerful being returned again in a year, volunteer nations would take the gifts that guaranteed destruction, while the other nations housed refugees that did not volunteer to die. Should the powerful being keep their oath, only the heirs of the fallen countries would need to be aided in the rebuilding of their nation. Should the being cleanse the world of people entirely, then the heirs of the world kept hidden with Errantem would be aided by the only nation left.

It was morning, and Dighton, a caretaker of Ciucci Manor, a place where the heirs of the volunteer nations were living in, was in front of an heirs’ bedroom door. He knocked before asking if he would come in.

“It’s Dighton, your highness. It is time for you to wake up. Should I come in?”

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Midnight Thoughts

Drinking happy tears can cure depression? If only that was true haha

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A Letter to the Past

Dear Grade 9 self, I’m you but a better you (by a bit). However because of you, I’d to suffer more than I should. Here are some things to note in your personal life.

List: 1. Stop spending so much time pleasing your so call friends I know that you had lost everything you built but it’s hard to continue maintaining them if you can’t reach them. Your friends aren’t your only assets. You have a life of your own and you don’t need to help them too much. Start living your new life in Canada and stop spending your time with friends in New Jersey as much. Spend more time volunteering and interacting with society in Canada. Gain experiences rather than pleasing people that are just bored because you aren't bored like they are. You can still talk with Vivian and Dennis. Just know that Dennis has a grudge on you since you had hurt him.

2. Stop waiting for the future you to do all the work for your own dreams! I am sick of you just dreaming about what could be but never worked for it. Where’s your effort? You might make it in the future and become a physician but you need to start now! It is so much more difficult to get there if you start late. Intellect is a gift but if you don’t work and use your gift, you’ll always be stupid as you are. Also do research on your courses like fast tracking. Care for each courses that you’ll take and learn most of the contents in each! Trust me, they are useful , keep the knowledge in your memory.

There’s more that I want to tell you but I don’t want to spoil you with more knowledge. You have to discover the rest on your own. For now, start learning how to get better grades. You did not try your best since you don’t completely understand all the concepts. You’re the vessel for your dream! Give some passion into it like what you feel inside.

From: Grade 12 you

P.S - Work for your dreams, give and care for your own health please ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

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Symbols:

Picture 1 (A deer) : The deer is a symbol for curiosity. The first clue is the child starring up at the deer with fascination and admiration. Normally people look up upon something when they wish to have or wish to be. In this case, the child follows the deer because of its alluring nature. The child is curious about something. However, the child drowns himself because the deer or curiosity is dangerous to explore sometimes.

Picture 2 (Map separation) : The picture’s top portion or the portion with light is America. The Statue of Liberty could be seen on the top right corner. The wall separates America from other countries. Most possibly, third world countries that are suffering from emotions from -fear, envy, injustice. America on the other hand has everything great -happiness, respect, wisdom. The wall is symbolic of ignorance and a screen to block out the worst in other places.

Picture 3 (Moral Art) : The drawings are symbolic of self expression. Even after the morals are covered in white, the community continues to paint their dreams. Their dreams are representations of their unique selves.

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Flash Fiction

(6er) Title: Answer Dear God, what should I do? (55er) Title: Unlucky The bright orange sky faded into darkness. A man stood by a street lamp behind me. I walked on. His footsteps failed to synchronize with the noise my flip flops made. I entered the convenience store. “That would be fifteen dollars ma'am,” the cashier announced. I pulled out my wallet, but only found, five bucks.  

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(In memory of Dec. 14 2017)

The reaction I had after the video was a feeling of unsettling fear. The kind of fear that America seemed to be promoting all the time on news and on their medias was what I felt. I strongly disagree that the video was created for awareness but was rather a disguise to force people into thinking there was a way to prevent accidents. The way they scripted in the video was to pay more attention to those that were usually silent in the background -the most suspicious.

People in places where guns can be accessible doesn’t need to be blamed as a potential killer. There’s no safe place when weapons and ideas in people’s minds of wanting destruction roams. The video showed that there was a student planning a shooting but in reality, distinctive signs doesn’t exist and should be hard to tell. Therefore, the video failed to generate usefulness toward the negative issue. Something I’d seen that was helpful was for parents to lock away their guns. That was proactive and people would want to do something simple like that in order to prevent deaths from shootings.

Honestly, why does the American government allow people to sell huge guns used for hunting as protection against threats?

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Words Scramble Poetry

Two best out of five

Title: Tweet Your Glamorous Nothing

Raindrops that pours down from the skies as food for the crust of Earth A lightbulb lit up near the banana tree That’s where you take your selfie Now its time to get laid but before that its time to tweet your life away

Title: Reminiscing Nothing but the Soft and Pretty Fur I concur that the amount of fur should not be sold by pacifiers It is not the day for your dismay, we must sell it by the end of today Or what? We barricade from their invasion? Maybe perhaps it is not the right occasion You should try doing just nothing Oh yes, nothing is the best option —————————————- Worst out of the five

Title: Blue Banana Blue banana, oh blue banana How much pain did you endure to look so blue? Or were you the one that caught a flu?

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Alphabet Pattern Story:

The Mark of Satan

Another day working for Satan. Blood and odors of rotten flesh is His usual fragrance.

Carrying thin and weak bodies that lost their voices from screaming is my job. Detest is not a strong enough word to describe my job. Even the lower classes gets to listen to the sound of the souls chirp pain, but I’m stuck with this job because of my gender. For clarification, I’m a woman and our jobs are either to please Satan with pleasure or to carry bodies of newcomers to Hell. Generally, women prefers to provide pleasure to the male demons. However, there aren’t any spots left for the job and my body is not as appealing, they thrown me into this job by force. I couldn’t complain much because my job earns respect dispite the activity.

Just before I retrieve the soul of the current human to recycle him to the pain chamber, I heard something unusual.

“Keep out of the lava pit and kneel,” Lust commanded. Lust, the elder sister of Satan, caught one of the demon going into the Satan’s lava to bathe. Many of years ago, I have seen it happen but no one usually dares to. Not because it is hard to do, but it’s because we should respect our king, Satan. Opposition against him, leads to disgrace and harsh punishments. Perhaps the only demons that dares are the ones that wants to feel alive again. Queer as it seems, our lives becomes boring, but a few painful whips on the back feel great. Refreshing the lives of the old, my grandma tells me. Since demons live up to 1000 years, it makes sense to try it once in a lifetime. To prevent from disgracing our demon family generations though, it is advise to not do something so silly. Unless the whole family decides to all die out and never exist, if not, the disgrace remains.

Vengeance touches my left nipple as he brush pass me. We always communicate like that and nothing else. XO is the smell he leaves behind. Zipping his invisible zipper between his legs, he mouths the word farewell.

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The Arrival by Shaun Tan

The picture reference that I wrote a dialogue for was on page 97

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“Ah Samuel, I knew that you’ll come,” Terry said. Samuel and his friends glided down the hill to greet Terry and his pal.

“This is him, the man in black,” Terry said while he introduced the man with a strange hat to them.

“We must start soon before the sun starts setting, there isn’t enough time for small talks,” the man said as he shook Samuel’s hand. The man in black did had a smile painted on his wrinkled face but he seemed soulless. His dark eyes seemed as if they were staring through Samuel when they made eye contact. Samuel watched silently as the strange man walked toward the five guardians of stability with his cane.

“You should know what you are getting into young men of Earth.”

“I already made a deal,” Terry said.

“I would rather think about it again Terry because-,” Samuel said.

“No, we are ready mister,” Terry said.

“Very well, let’s all play the forbidden game of this land,” the man said as he swung his cane to hit a ball which hit a cone.

“Perfect, a triple!”

Samuel saw the strange man strike a peace sign and knew that Terry and him would never win against this man.

“Your turn now, Samuel.”

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Passion

After rewriting this over and over again, I can finally confirm that my passion which still remains is my curiosity toward the unknown.

There are certain things that I question which even scientists can’t get answers for. For example the double-slit experiment. For that experiment, electrons from an atom are shoot through slits to hit a observational screen that tracks where each electrons lands. The purpose of the experiment is to check how light behaves. The times when the scientists shoots the electrons with a camera to record, the electrons behaves like particles or a part of matter. For example, if 2 bouncy ball shoots through a vertical slit and hits a backboard, it would land near the same area. When there are 2 vertical slits and 2 balls are going through each slit, the results would be two lines on the backboard. However, it results in another behavior when the camera is off for the experiment.

When the camera is off, the electrons behaves like waves. It means when there are 2 vertical slits on water and a wave goes through each, the 2 waves will interfere. It would result with the backboard having more than 2 lines because the large waves spreads itself. It repeats the queer pattern. Recent scientists recreates this experiment but hides the camera, however the electrons know 95% of the time that there is a camera.

It is as if the electrons, nonliving parts of matter, is watching us or could sense us watching. Reminder that this is not a horror story, but rather science that most people think are facts. Science is absolutely not facts but rather explanations of what might be. Are other species watching us?

It intrigues me to learn more so I could make connections with the unknown. Although it makes me want to learn more, I still have to be intelligent enough to understand. As of now, I should be focusing on my future rather than the unnecessary.

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Conspiracy: Why did Trump win?

Just to clarify,

1. I’m not an “anti-Hillary” or a “pro-Trump”

2. I’m not a child that is heavily into politics, I’m only stating my observations on the past few days

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The voting age in America is age 18 and the drinking age is age 21.

Many people believe that a person is completely, mentally stable at age 21 but how come the voting age is a lot younger? In all honesty, it might have been because the government needs more votes. Especially votes that are easy to manipulate by media. Each voter, would play an important part to display quantity for publicity -mere numbers that enhance the government’s control.

The government probably never intend to let Hillary win. Trump is able to inspire Americans rather than Hillary. Although, most of Trump’s words were nearly rubbish but he was brave enough to let the majority gain trust. He is not afraid to talk about his opinions and be contradicting. People could easily guess his personality vs. Hillary’s. The government rather want a silly man rather than a serious woman for America because of culture. American culture values positivity of empty words that may or may not be reality. The more spirit , the better. It is quite stunning that most people were upset about the election when it started with an end already.

Before the people vote, possibly the government would make sure to be bias of each candidate’s role or status. CNN is a prime example of bias informers that works for Hillary, would always cut out parts that speaks horribly about her, like her queer and obvious body double. One of the strangest that is never mention on TV, is her speech in North Carolina where literally it looks like it is an edit on a green screen. Some major proofs are that she glitches and disappears in the middle of the speech. The scariest part is that she waves to the American flag behind her at the end, hinting that it might be a prerecord. However, when CNN report findings on Trump, they exaggerate to the fullest way possible. They would call him names that might be already seem that way repetitively. It seems like a brainwashing technique, and plays a huge part on media. Memes and children that are around their teens bash about him. The only difference between him and Hillary , is that he is the one making history.

As I’ve mention above, Hillary most likely did not do speeches at other states such as North Carolina because the films are sketchy. On the day of election on electoral college, she did not win North Carolina. It only points to evidence that she is hiding, not only her health but something more. Comparing to Trump, she has an unclear character in which most Americans fear to choose her. Except the ones that do not wish trouble to occur from other people because of his influence. For Hillary, her distraction is the loud and seems rather ridiculous Trump. What they do not realize is that Trump and CNN already plant an influence on Americans. Which means that there will be a deep split in opinions within the country regardless on who’s the president.

Since Trump wins in both the acceptance of the government and the electoral college, he should have respect. People should rather just accept it rather than making petitions to vote him out. Although he might not provide a “greater America” but he at least is not trying to harm people outside of the country in Iraq. He even has a good relation with Russia and China. That means better stability.

As for the commotion within the country, I hope all the best that it will die down soon.

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Captain Tory

~ He swung his lantern three times and slowly the schooner appeared ~

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Tory woke up from his sleep in the middle of the night by someone that’s dear to him, someone from the dead. At first he thought it was all a dream but when the young child rubbed his eye twice , the figure of his father remained in front of his bedside. Terrified, he spoked, barely whispering. “Father?” “Tory, I came here to give you a temporary gift,” he responded,“Grab your jacket and we’re going outside.” It was only a week long after his father’s death from a shark attack that happened near Ocean Arusha. His body was found after near shore two days after the crash. Tory grabbed his windbreaker and followed his father down the stairs, carefully to not make a sound on the old wooden floors. His father glowed a bright sea-green color which lead Tory out quite easily. The color matched well along with his sailor attire. Tory’s father was the previous captain of the Anchor Mariners after all. When they reached downstairs, his father floated through the door. Tory opened the door that creaked, and his heart sunk a bit when he closed the door behind him. “We will be going to the harbor,” his father told him. Tory didn’t respond but trailed behind him obediently. When they reached the harbor front, he took out a small lantern from his pocket. It glowed passionately in a bright red. He swung it back and forth toward the waters. One. Two. Three.

By the third time he swung the lantern, the calm waters rattled violently and 2 large sails emerged. The tip of the sail was sharp enough to look like knifes. Slowly, the waters settled, a schooner glinted strongly under the moonlight and floated on the surface of the waters. “If we swing the lantern 3 times, your gift from me appears. I haven’t had enough time to spend with you, and I left you at 6 years old. But, it is now going to change, I’ll get time to spend with you for a few days. We could explore our beloved town, Vermiculiteé.“ “What’s going to happen after that?,” Tory asked his father.

“I’ll have to leave you with mom Tory and you’ll never see me again as alive as I seem now,” His father said, “But for now, lets go on a venture.”

Tory was upset but when he went on the ship, he felt different. It was his first time being on a ship and the waters challenged him to balance. He looked out from the bright glowing schooner and saw people that looked as if they had not had noticed his large glowing boat. His father seemed to have read his thoughts and told him,“People won’t be able to see our adventures, unfortunately.”

After his father told him that, the schooner moved from invisible air. As the cool night air splashed on Tory’s face, he noticed his town a bit more. The schooner circled along the town, it passed by house lights that were so warm looking which melted Tory’s heart. His father was next to him laughing from the ocean air that he was so used to breathing in. Tory felt it too, the faster the schooner picked up its speed around the town, the better it felt to him because he felt free. The schooner met fireflies that were dancing around the middle of their adventure. Each and everyone of them were gleaming the color sea green. My father’s color as a ghost. The sea’s reflection on the intimidating sails. It had only been an hour but Tory was sleepy from the excitement he had, so his father gave him the lantern and told him to swing it three times tomorrow at midnight in harbor front to find him. Tory then went home to catch up on his sleep and on the next night he did what his father told him. He wanted to ride on top of the sea’s surface again, and spend his time with his father. Tory arrived in front of the harbor and swung the lantern. One. Two. Three.

The same bright schooner appeared but this time with his father on it. They sailed out around Vermiculiteé again, but this time it was further. “You know Tory, you could have as much fun even after I’m gone,” his father said. Tory felt pain in his chest when he said that.

“You should stay,” Tory retorted. “No, I am dead and I must follow what the dead does. You’re alive so you should follow what the living does,” his father said. Tory took his father’s advice, although he didn’t want to end the adventure. He then stepped on to shore and faced his father that was still on the schooner. “Make sure to go outside more often. Vermiculiteé is wonderful and so are the towns and cities beyond here.” His father spoke his last words of farewell, the schooner and his father disappeared. It left the vast dark sea and Tory’s new thoughts behind.

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Extra: A Writing Remix

Writer’s note: I tried to imitate synesthesia in my writing. This piece was written while I listened to “Tambourin - Gossec”, “Air on G String - Bach” and “Canon- Pachelbel” that expressed a few colors (the songs weren’t in that order in my writing). Bonus points if you could guess the right colors from my writing!

—————————————------------Raindrops invaded the ground, minutes before the fog blocked the pedestrians’ path. I walked along the side of the shops that were still open despite the time that read 8:30pm on my watch. There was only 10 more steps until I met the entrance of the library. With excitement I pushed open the heavy massive door. It creaked while revealing the treasures and secrets it held. It was almost empty -a sweet world that I could privately explore in. I ran my fingers on the shelves where leather bounded books lived. Just by a simple touch, I felt motivated.

Each book title gleamed of an unique taste. “Panic” tasted like fresh cookie dough, “Animal Farm” tasted like gravy and “Lord of the Flies” tasted like warm crispy bacon. I stopped for a particular book that struck me, and borrowed it to enjoy it later. I walked out with a book: “The Rainbow Goblins” in one hand and a smile that spread across my face.

Reveal: The colors were dark blue, grey and yellow.

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A Response to a Sexist Note

http://www.couriermail.com.au/news/waitress-gets-appaling-sexist-note-telling-her-she-should-quit-her-job-to-look-after-her-husband/news-story/2a54a999e67791e31dfd0be026b5302d

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Dear couplings,

I appreciate your concern of my role as a woman. If I’m able to, I would stay home for my children and raise them. Unfortunately, I am too poor to retire from my job. I have 2 mouths to feed and moreover, heavy taxes to pay. I don’t think America can be great again unless the economy allows the world to be. There are more unfortunate individuals in 3rd world countries that don’t even have enough food to consume. I should be thankful that God gave me the opportunity to work and earn enough money to feed my children well. I myself must sacrifice for my children to bring them comfort against the harsh society. How? To bring enough money home to satisfy their needs. Just like how Jesus sacrifice his life for the humans, I must sacrifice for my children. Therefore I must work.

Sincerely, A hard working mom

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The Wonders of 667th

Chapter 1 : Welcome

“Can we walk slower honey,” Daemon complained while his legs were going in a slower pace than Rainie’s.

“Honey my ass, we aren’t even married,” she hushed him,“hurry up before the sun goes down!” She walked even faster now, there’s almost a block of distance between the two. Off in the distance hid abandoned rides that once entertained many children, even the ones that were a child at heart. Pavements filled with excitement for firework displays were now dull and reeked of death. Air that bit the silver of the steel railings left rust behind. Trees and wild weeds barricaded doors of the haunted houses and reception rooms.

Rainie spotted a broken victorian street lantern and went toward it for a touch. The place truly preserved its beauty. The moment was taken away when Daemon asked, “Hey..Rainie, isn’t that a person?” He pointed at the boy that knelt down on the floor with his back facing away from the two.“What is he doing?” Rainie was curious too but instead of staying afar, she decided to investigate. She went behind the boy and blurted,“Hey kid, you shouldn’t be here this late. Your parents would be worried! This is an abandoned amusement park, not a playground.” Frightened by her loud voice , the boy jumped a bit as a response. He faced up and saw an intense face wrapped around a silver hijab looking down at him. “I’m 16 thank you.” “Don’t play smart with me, you aren’t even legal yet. This is truly not the right place. You should-.” “Rainie, it’s okay. Let him be, I’m sure he knows what kind of trouble he’s getting himself into,” Daemon interrupted. “I sure do, fine sir,” the boy responded holding up a scaled-skinned lizard that was about the size of a pinky finger. “I was on my way back home when I saw this crawling around the park. It’s rare in this area. I wanted to catch one myself and raise it.” Rainie’s face tensed up in a disgusted manner. “If you don’t mind, we should all head out together. Honestly this place is feeling creepier the more I look around,” Daemon suggested to the boy.

The sun was lowering much faster than it should. The sky transitioned from a bright orange to a darker shade of blue. “No, it’s alright. I can walk out by myself. The place is huge but I know the way,” the boy replied. He held the lizard firmly enough to not strangle the creature and slowly walked toward the fountain with a golden painted statue. Rainie watched the child walk away and she heard a sound aside from his footsteps. The sound of water. Impossible, she thought. The boy stopped walking , he seemed to have heard it too. The statue of the fountain right next to him started pouring water from its vase, filling the stone base. Rainie screamed. All three of them were too afraid to move. Until, a laughter ended the silence in an unpleasant way. “It’s hilarious, this seems like a wonderful game,” the voice said from the seemingly broken speakers. Daemon was hugging Rainie as the voice spoke. Her tears from shock and makeup were painted on his shirt. Gaining some of her dignity back she untangled herself from Daemon and challenged the voice. “Leave us or I’ll call the cops,” she said while holding out her phone as if it had powers. “Haha, call them if you can.” The phone Rainie held melted. She shrieked and released it. The melted phone formed into a dark raven with blood red eyes. Then it flew away into the navy sky. “Welcome, to my wonderland children,” the voice continued. “There’s no way out as of yet -that’s for sure. The front entrances are blocked by a wall of vines,” said the boy while breathing heavily from his discovery. “Yes, that’s exactly what I did. All me,” the voice said proudly, “tell you what, if you find me within thirty hours, I’ll release all of you. If not then I’ll have to kill you off one by one. Don’t disappoint me.” “Let us out of here,” Rainie shouted angrily at the voice. Her voice echoed through the silence but there was no reply. The broken victorian street lights turned on one by one like torches. In all seriousness, the boy’s stomach rumbled. “Excuse my hunger, I forgot to mention that I skipped my lunch today,” he said and broke the mood. “Sadly to announce that I have no food in my bag.” “We should stick together and find a place to rest in tonight. It’s unnatural around here so we should be careful,” Daemon stated the obvious to reassure himself from the fear he felt. “You don’t have to be afraid,” something muttered from the boy’s bag. The boy heard it and took off his bag and threw it off to a safe distance. “Who?” He questioned as if he’s immunized by the queerness. The bag unzipped and a pair of stuffed rabbit ears moved to greet them. The whole toy crawled out of the boy’s bag. “Wow, you still play with stuff animals boy? You’re 16 already,” Rainie mocked while in disbelief that the toy was moving. “The bear is not mine,” the boy snapped. “How rude are the both of you? I’m the spirit of park, and I was summoned to help all of you out,” the rabbit said. "How can you tell that I’m not tricking you?Lets start by telling you a simple story. This abandoned land was once ruled by happy spirits but one day a clown suicide here from humiliation. The clown took over our land and we want to claim it back. The clown did nothing great for us besides bringing sadness to this land,” the rabbit said to clear suspicion, “Like the clown, I have powers too and I don’t mind to use it to guide the 3 of you to resolve the park’s problem.” “That’s understanding, if Mr. Spirit would like to grant me some food, I’ll consider,” the boy said. “My fellow spirits would appreciate your help.” The water from the fountain shaped itself into a plate and soon enough, a delicious steak, mash potatoes and strawberries fell on top of it from thin air. Daemon bent down a bit to Rainie’s ears and whispered “Rainie, everything would be fine soon. We should eat while there is a chance to. We will survive, Its okay.” “I forgot to mention our names. I’m Daemon Chen and this here is Rainie Fatima. We originally came here for inspirations on an art project.” Daemon made eye contact with the boy to urge him to introduce himself. “I’m Josh Spence. Mr. Spirit, I’m thankful for your food. Could you grant me another wish to summon some insects for my lizard? I think she is hungry,” the boy said. “Yes. Daemon, Rainie and Josh, I’m honored to have you three to help me. However time is scarce. There’s only thirty hours until the clown shows no mercy.” “Please don’t make fun me. This place isn’t even that huge. Thirty hours is more than enough to walk around the park for more than 10 times,” Rainie retorted. “I sure hope you’ll find him before the time comes. However this isn’t a dead park anymore. The clown’s laughter awoke everything supernatural that are very much alive. This is the 667th dimension. For newcomers like you three, I sincerely welcome you all aboard.”