When I close my eyes, I feel as if I'm pulled towards a story whispered gently to my ears...


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Lately there have been rumors that a mysterious woman, dressed of the various hues of the darkness, wanders around the area...

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I've been meaning to meet Hector to return his paper. But I feel so small, afraid and timid when I think of walking up to his door. Instead, I kept staring at his house for the last few days from across my window... wondering when I'd have enough courage to greet him. However, today, I will muster that courage I've worked up and reach over to that beautifully white door and ring that bell... I just... need to pull it...( but then... )

I often stare down to the streets below me. Sometimes I wander on the very streets hoping to meet that stranger. I've long missed his tender eyes that captivated my attention since months ago. Where did he go?


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There seems to be a "Romeo and Juliet" story in every world and time. In my world and time it was called "Tales of the Incomplete". It was about a demon and an angel falling in love despite they both knew it shouldn't be this way. Years past as they kept their love a secret and resulted two children; both an angel and a demon but neither to the world. Unsure what to do with them, they've tried to hide them on a island on earth to avoid being discovered.

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There was some noise out my window this morning as I combed my hair. I looked out the street yet to meet eyes with a handsome man rustling in his curtains...


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I was going through my little box of trinkets today and I've stumbled upon a heart-shapped silver locket. It was one of the many gifts from my dear grandmother, in fact, the last one before she was taken away from this world.

She used to explain death to me as being taken away to angels or demons depending on if you were good or bad. Then you'd be brought to the Sub-Rosa Garden and they'd stay there for three days and three nights to recollect your thoughts before the angel or demon would come back to get you for your final judgement on what will happen to your soul 'next life'.


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This entry is in the memory of a dear councellor that just passed away last week due to cancer. He's also been such a friend when I felt I was alone and tried to have me accept the things the way they are because that's how they are. Sidenote I just wanted to add the tomatoes because he often told me that if he ate tomatoes they'd trigger nightmares for him and I wanted a part of my story close to him since he had helped me to grow further as a person. Rest in peace Mr. D'Almeida, I was hopeing to talk to you again in the future but I suppose that's just how life is and it's not about being fair or not all the time, and by what I've heard it sounds like you've truely taken it that way to the very end.

I remember the many days I've spent with my grandmother sitting by the fireplace and listening to her tell me the stories of angels and demons. I was quite indulged by them back then, so much I wanted to be part of their world. Although as time passed by, my parents reassured me that it was nothing but fiction, a story, a tale, yet deep in my own heart I knew it was out there; only it was untouchable to mankind.

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