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A little boy clung for dear life. The ground rested below at a dizzying distance. Tears streamed down his cheeks as the weight of his predicament lay upon him. This was one of the taller trees in the forest, and he’d grown well acquainted with it in the short time he’d known it. And yet, the girl had climbed up and down three times already, steadily growing more incredulous as the day went on. “This is how you do it!” She’d said. Of course, it was her who’d gotten the boy into this mess. She’d had the bright idea to go tree climbing. An adventure, she’d called it. When her feet touched the groun

numbers on a clock tick tock tick tock flowers on the vine coating the shrine strings of light change the night the sun will rise not a surprise numbers on a clock tick tock tick tock the day just passes by look at her cry strands of hair the perfect pair color in her eyes light up the skies numbers on a clock tick tock tick tock death creeps in what a sin

Hard of hearing genie WARNINGS: 1. Contains strong language. 2. Ideologically sensitive (suicide). 3. Will crush your soul and destroy all your enjoyment of life. Have a nice day. ------------ Scott was a quiet man. He lived alone. A 40-something, he had no friends. He never really had. He definitely had never had a girlfriend. Nor a job. Call him a "neet" if you will, though for the first 5 years he really tried. No one would have him. His parents told him he was a good looking guy, but it was parents' jobs to say such things. They wouldn't last long either, his mom was dying and his father was someone he didn't want to talk to. He most

New chapter for new life Two months later    "Just last push, my lady." ​​Midwife calmly told. I gritted my teeth and fingers, and pushed from my all the strength.    "My daughter, hold on." I looked angrily and tired on mother. When she said me – last push – I swear I kill her.   "Last push!" Now, I am pushing from my all strength, which I have.      "It's a boy." I heard as a midwife cheerfully said me. My baby coming on this realm with crying. It is nice sound. Really. You must believe me.      "I have a son." I said happily. "Please, I want see him!"    "We will give you, my lady." I am watching, how she i