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Wishmaster Chapter 5Chapter 5- Her Truth and My Wish
This world was so static and unchanging. The lack of action here was suffocating. How could Lily stand to live here? Her life meant nothing. She had no purpose. She meant nothing to anyone. What would happen if she were to remember another world, a life she once lived? I bet she would feel a spark of loneliness. I could understand why I would think of such a thing. It seemed too cruel to remind people of what they wished to forget.
Today was different than the days before it. Everything that I became used to in this world had changed. This time I meet Lily. I would be able to touch her, to talk to her. I was puzzled by the outcome of this encounter. There was a truth behind Lily that I wish I had never known. I wish she could forget again.
The mailbox appeared next to me again. I opened it to check the letters. Most of them were still unreadable. There was only one that I could understand. There was no date or greeting written on the top of t
Anti-YouThe stuffy cell was lighted by a dim bulb in the middle of the ceiling. The prisoner's eyes were wide open, hardly blinking. Leather safety straps pinned him to the bed. A needle pumped nutrients into his veins while he sat there, unable to harm anyone on the ship. A woman holding a rather large gun stood outside of the cell protected by red laser bars.
The captain named so by the survivors on the ship strode through the halls of the futuristic dungeons. A common sight of blood, old and new, painted the metal corridors. The captain's boots clicked loudly as he stomped through the halls. Within a few steps, he had reached his destination. He gave a glance to the female guard. She nodded and unlocked the cell. He stepped inside and began to unfasten the safety straps on the prisoner's bed. This would be a dangerous task if it weren't for the circumstances of the situation. The prisoner sat up slowly and rubbed his eyes. His eyes were bleary and the first thing he saw was the captain.
Genghis Whenever we were bad my mother used to take us to the mall to see Genghis Kahn. They kept him in a dusty diorama of a Mongolian steppe, all tall grass and yurts. He sat on a throne of bone (well, plastic shaped like bone), scowling in incomprehension at the American kids who flocked around him like startled lemmings. My mother would usually push us toward him, saying things like “Tell him what you did to your father’s stamp collection.” Genghis would give a grunt, spit a wad of phlegm onto the tall grass, and give us a wizened, wrinkled grimace, as if he had to go to the bathroom.
He terrified me.
My brother couldn’t get enough of him.
When my brother got caught in my mother’s evening dress, my mother grabbed us both and dragged us to Genghis. It was a slow day, and we were the only kids crowding him. “Tell him what you did,” my mother hissed a
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