This is a story I wrote of a whim when an acquintance asked me to write a flash story out of the blue.

Silence recalls meeting their soon-to-be adoptive mother, at seven years of age.

An adolescent battles with turmoil over whether or not to suicide to escape their violent parents, to suicide,  would be to leave their younger  brother in vengeful hands.

r̴͔̘͓̘̱̭̽̿e̶̞̣͈͛̽͐́͗̉p̵̖̓̏͌̌̇ȩ̴̝̰̝̰̊̃ǡ̴̡͚̘̙̫͇t̴̘̉̀͗̈́i̵̛̫̙̲͑̈͑̓̓ǹ̵̨̹͚̄̐̓̓̚g̸̨̘͓͍̅ ̸͍̘̭̆͊͛͌͠ͅr̸̡͔̙̐̔̒ͅe̸̜̜̗̗̒̊̌p̴̰̮̹̞͖̔̋͗̍͘͜͝e̷̦͘ả̸̞̦̜̓̈́̈́t̶͉̣̏͊͗i̷̡̨̟̖̺̅͠ṉ̴̛͕͖̐͆̀̓͘g̶̮͉̠̦̔ ̷̺̰̒́̔r̸̛̻̩͍̻̙̤̉e̵̟̪̩̤̝͗̊͊̆͐͘͜ṕ̵̡̛̻͓̘͍̈́͐̎ę̴̦̮̥̑̅͗̓̅a̶̡̢̲̘̅̈́t̸͇̼̥̆̆̃̓̅i̵̧̐͋͌̐n̵͙͇̰͒̎̕͜͝͝ġ̶̲̟̣͔̥̻̅ ̸͇̽͋̊͝͝r̷̼̳͍̟̻̐ë̷̥͚́̊ͅp̷̘͎̟̥̋͜ẽ̵̡̝̩̳͎̻͑̾̀̕a̵̲͇̤̫̹̓̾͑̄̈́͛t̶̬̜͚̠̞̑̽́͆̓i̴̳͑͊̽̾͠͠n̷̤̰̥̹͍͓͊̄̍͒̈́g̶̛͓̖̙͓͋̋̇͌ ̷͈̈́̄ŗ̶̤͈̗̘́̔̓̈́͒̉é̸̬̖̟̖̥͒̒p̵̲͔̹̱̼̞̋ȇ̵̗̲͆ả̶̹̻t̴̺̱͍͕̝͎̾̔́i̴̲͎̤͙̳͝ͅṇ̴͓͛͆́g̶̮͐́̈̑͛ ̶̝̩̞͓͝r̸͖͎̬̠̽͊̽͋̃̄ȇ̸̫p̵̯̭̤̟̐̌ë̵̻̼͙̭́͘̚à̵̖͈̖̮͗͒͌͜͝t̶̜͊̏̌͂i̵͔̞̾̌̈͌n̷̨̳͙̱̻͎͂̅̕͘͠g̶̢̮̬͗̓ ̸̭̊̂͐̈͆͘r̸̥̈́͝ȩ̸̹̙͆̃p̴̘̣̜̅ê̶̮̳̠̏͊́a̶̝͊̌͗t̵͈͙̓̇͒͋̄ỉ̶̭̝̤͈̏͒̈́ͅn̵͔̘̱̅͂̔̐̄ͅͅg̷̳͔̬̯͓̜͗̚ ̵̗̣͔͍̈́́͘͠ŗ̴̛̹̦̇́̒̚ͅe̸̱̯͈̟̺̞͂̈́̀̈́̒p̷̯͂͆̚ē̷̱̯̯̥̪̩̽̕̕ą̷̣̝̟̾̑̏t̵̟͊̓̑i̶̼͙̇͒n̴͈̩͎̿̈́g̶̥̦̘̯͔͛̊͐̒̚͝ ̷̣͋̅̑͝r̷̺̾͊̈́͌̕ȩ̴̺̯͔̟̿͒́p̶̢̮̰̹̹̮̑͒e̶̡̧̤͓͋̏͝ä̸̢̱̹́ţ̸̧̪͔̼̲̾̉̽̄̑ì̷̢͔͚͓͈̱͋̓͛̑ň̸̦͆͆͛̾͝g̶̰̹͈̀̄͋͐ ̷̡͔̟͕͝r̴͈͓̱̕e̷̡̜͕̰̰̟̓͆͑̐p̶̻͍̘͋̂̕͜e̴͉̥̰̟̺̔͐̌ͅą̵̄t̴̩̻̾̒ī̵̟̠̳͈̠̳̚n̸̡̼̖̥̔g̶̺̩̩̺̹̯͌̔ ̷̹̈́͂̆͘͘ř̴̢̬̱̫̻͋͌̋̏̂ĕ̷̼̞̤͓̣̗̽̊͠p̷̦̹̤͌͋̋e̷̝̿̋ä̸͙̝͈̦́̏͐͛̽̍ͅt̸̙̩̩́́̆ȋ̶͕͛͑n̶̛̲g̴͈̞̈́̿̑̓͒ ̸̑̂͘ͅŗ̸̯̤̄͐͗͋e̵̼͂p̴̧̣̈́̔͒̈́̀͝ẹ̵̢̻̠̲̲̇a̴͎͔̬̝͊̌͠t̷̪̎͌̓͋i̸͙͙͎̱̫͈͗͐͛n̸̠͎̰͚͊g̶̦̽̇ ̵͇̓͐̄̅̀r̶̲̈ȩ̷̭͉͔̑̃́̈́͊̀p̶̯̥̪̟͓̒̃̈́̐͘ḛ̸̤̞̻͒͌̓͆̽ą̸̥̺͖̺̓͂͂͗̏͝t̵̼͇̃͑̑̀̈́͘i̸̠͈͍͋ņ̸̣̜̔g̶̜̻̎̾́̇͑ ̵͙̦͈͖͓̎̔̃͊̅r̶̡̰͍̟̺̩̉e̵̪͗p̸̼̀̿̅ẻ̴̗̮͍̠a̸̧̱͎̘͙̮̓͗̐̕̕͝t̶̯̫͕͍̤̦̕ǐ̸̲̗̮̦ͅn̶̮͍̝͔̓̿̏͗̈́ͅǵ̵̛̞́̏̈́̐ ̷̛̠̟̻̻͑͝͝͝r̶̮̟̀̏ę̵̢̛͙͇͌̓p̶̡̫͍̻͓͊e̷̼̞̒̍̈́͋̾a̷̫̩͙̹͌t̷͇̹̻͉̞̝͛ḯ̴̪͋̾̎̿n̴̩͓̕ḡ̶̩̗̬̐̓̑̅̈́ ̷̡̤́r̶̝͚͐ẽ̶͖̩͓̗̏̾p̶͚̀͌̂ͅe̴̢̡̼̤̲̊͘͠ͅȧ̷͇͖̮̝̆t̵͈̉í̷̮͇̓̏͝n̶̛̫͊ģ̶̜̯̞̥̾̽͜ ̷͈̝̩̹̻̑r̴̜̫̰̬̯̋ḛ̴̛̳̬̬͒̃͌ͅp̴̰̙̻͎̉͘ẹ̴͈̼̣̰̯̒͊̑̎̎a̴̧̼̣̜͗̇͝ť̶̨̬̙̲̀́̚i̸̇̋ͅn̸̞͇̭̅g̴͇̘̙̦͝ ̷͓͚̥̐̅ŕ̶̙̰͆̚ê̴͖̯̤͔͙p̷̭̟̱̾͗̀͛̈͠ę̷͉̥̦̏̈́̈͊a̷̗͍͑̑̂ţ̷̙̩͖͕̇͆i̶̫̤̘͉͋͒͂̒ń̸̬̯͉̽̾̓g̸̠̝͌̈́͋̆̑̚ ̶̧̳͎̥͚̏̌̄̿͠r̷̫̱̉͑̍̄è̸̝̙̪̘͒́̀̃͘p̸̳͉̣̟̿̅e̴͓͒̾̾͝ä̶͚̪̙̦͓́͌͐͜t̴̲̉͌͛͘̚ị̷͇̺̹̞̀̆̑̂ͅn̵͎̱͉͔͆̉͝g̶̡̟̬͒̎̿ ̴̺̥̓̊͝r̶̙̯͒ȩ̵̫͖̮̠͍̽͑̈́̒̓̕p̵̫͉͙̝͔͙̕è̶̗̖̈́̊́â̸̳̲̹̞̙͘t̷̨̬̲͖͍̓́͜ĩ̸̱̯͌͗n̸͎̭̳͙̥̒̐̎̕͝g̴̭͖̘̓r̴͔̘͓̘̱̭̽̿e̶̞̣͈͛̽͐́͗̉p̵̖̓̏͌̌̇ȩ̴̝̰̝̰̊̃ǡ̴̡͚̘̙̫͇t̴̘̉̀͗̈́i̵̛̫̙̲͑̈͑̓̓ǹ̵̨̹͚̄̐̓̓̚g̸̨̘͓͍̅ ̸͍̘̭̆͊͛͌͠ͅr̸̡͔̙̐̔̒ͅe̸̜̜̗̗̒̊̌p̴̰̮̹̞͖̔̋͗̍͘͜͝e̷̦͘ả̸̞̦̜̓̈́̈́t̶͉̣̏͊͗i̷̡̨̟̖̺̅͠ṉ̴̛͕͖̐͆̀̓͘g̶̮͉̠̦̔ ̷̺̰̒́̔r̸̛̻̩͍̻̙̤̉e̵̟̪̩̤̝͗̊͊̆͐͘͜ṕ̵̡̛̻͓̘͍̈́͐̎ę̴̦̮̥̑̅͗̓̅a̶̡̢̲̘̅̈́t̸͇̼̥̆̆̃̓̅i̵̧̐͋͌̐n̵͙͇̰͒̎̕͜͝͝ġ̶̲̟̣͔̥̻̅ ̸͇̽͋̊͝͝r̷̼̳͍̟̻̐ë̷̥͚́̊ͅp̷̘͎̟̥̋͜ẽ̵̡̝̩̳͎̻͑̾̀̕a̵̲͇̤̫̹̓̾͑̄̈́͛t̶̬̜͚̠̞̑̽́͆̓i̴̳͑͊̽̾͠͠n̷̤̰̥̹͍͓͊̄̍͒̈́g̶̛͓̖̙͓͋̋̇͌ ̷͈̈́̄ŗ̶̤͈̗̘́̔̓̈́͒̉é̸̬̖̟̖̥͒̒p̵̲͔̹̱̼̞̋ȇ̵̗̲͆ả̶̹̻t̴̺̱͍͕̝͎̾̔́i̴̲͎̤͙̳͝ͅṇ̴͓͛͆́g̶̮͐́̈̑͛ ̶̝̩̞͓͝r̸͖͎̬̠̽͊̽͋̃̄ȇ̸̫p̵̯̭̤̟̐̌ë̵̻̼͙̭́͘̚à̵̖͈̖̮͗͒͌͜͝t̶̜͊̏̌͂i̵͔̞̾̌̈͌n̷̨̳͙̱̻͎͂̅̕͘͠g̶̢̮̬͗̓ ̸̭̊̂͐̈͆͘r̸̥̈́͝ȩ̸̹̙͆̃p̴̘̣̜̅ê̶̮̳̠̏͊́a̶̝͊̌͗t̵͈͙̓̇͒͋̄ỉ̶̭̝̤͈̏͒̈́ͅn̵͔̘̱̅͂̔̐̄ͅͅg̷̳͔̬̯͓̜͗̚ ̵̗̣͔͍̈́́͘͠ŗ̴̛̹̦̇́̒̚ͅe̸̱̯͈̟̺̞͂̈́̀̈́̒p̷̯͂͆̚ē̷̱̯̯̥̪̩̽̕̕ą̷̣̝̟̾̑̏t̵̟͊̓̑i̶̼͙̇͒n̴͈̩͎̿̈́g̶̥̦̘̯͔͛̊͐̒̚͝ ̷̣͋̅̑͝r̷̺̾͊̈́͌̕ȩ̴̺̯͔̟̿͒́p̶̢̮̰̹̹̮̑͒e̶̡̧̤͓͋̏͝ä̸̢̱̹́ţ̸̧̪͔̼̲̾̉̽̄̑ì̷̢͔͚͓͈̱͋̓͛̑ň̸̦͆͆͛̾͝g̶̰̹͈̀̄͋͐ ̷̡͔̟͕͝r̴͈͓̱̕e̷̡̜͕̰̰̟̓͆͑̐p̶̻͍̘͋̂̕͜e̴͉̥̰̟̺̔͐̌ͅą̵̄t̴̩̻̾̒ī̵̟̠̳͈̠̳̚n̸̡̼̖̥̔g̶̺̩̩̺̹̯͌̔ ̷̹̈́͂̆͘͘ř̴̢̬̱̫̻͋͌̋̏̂ĕ̷̼̞̤͓̣̗̽̊͠p̷̦̹̤͌͋̋e̷̝̿̋ä̸͙̝͈̦́̏͐͛̽̍ͅt̸̙̩̩́́̆ȋ̶͕͛͑n̶̛̲g̴͈̞̈́̿̑̓͒ ̸̑̂͘ͅŗ̸̯̤̄͐͗͋e̵̼͂p̴̧̣̈́̔͒̈́̀͝ẹ̵̢̻̠̲̲̇a̴͎͔̬̝͊̌͠t̷̪̎͌̓͋i̸͙͙͎̱̫͈͗͐͛n̸̠͎̰͚͊g̶̦̽̇ ̵͇̓͐̄̅̀r̶̲̈ȩ̷̭͉͔̑̃́̈́͊̀p̶̯̥̪̟͓̒̃̈́̐͘ḛ̸̤̞̻͒͌̓͆̽ą̸̥̺͖̺̓͂͂͗̏͝t̵̼͇̃͑̑̀̈́͘i̸̠͈͍͋ņ̸̣̜̔g̶̜̻̎̾́̇͑ ̵͙̦͈͖͓̎̔̃͊̅r̶̡̰͍̟̺̩̉e̵̪͗p̸̼̀̿̅ẻ̴̗̮͍̠a̸̧̱͎̘͙̮̓͗̐̕̕͝t̶̯̫͕͍̤̦̕ǐ̸̲̗̮̦ͅn̶̮͍̝͔̓̿̏͗̈́ͅǵ̵̛̞́̏̈́̐ ̷̛̠̟̻̻͑͝͝͝r̶̮̟̀̏ę̵̢̛͙͇͌̓p̶̡̫͍̻͓͊e̷̼̞̒̍̈́͋̾a̷̫̩͙̹͌t̷͇̹̻͉̞̝͛ḯ̴̪͋̾̎̿n̴̩͓̕ḡ̶̩̗̬̐̓̑̅̈́ ̷̡̤́r̶̝͚͐ẽ̶͖̩͓̗̏̾p̶͚̀͌̂ͅe̴̢̡̼̤̲̊͘͠ͅȧ̷͇͖̮̝̆t̵͈̉í̷̮͇̓̏͝n̶̛̫͊ģ̶̜̯̞̥̾̽͜ ̷͈̝̩̹̻̑r̴̜̫̰̬̯̋ḛ̴̛̳̬̬͒̃͌ͅp̴̰̙̻͎̉͘ẹ̴͈̼̣̰̯̒͊̑̎̎a̴̧̼̣̜͗̇͝ť̶̨̬̙̲̀́̚i̸̇̋ͅn̸̞͇̭̅g̴͇̘̙̦͝ ̷͓͚̥̐̅ŕ̶̙̰͆̚ê̴͖̯̤͔͙p̷̭̟̱̾͗̀͛̈͠ę̷͉̥̦̏̈́̈͊a̷̗͍͑̑̂ţ̷̙̩͖͕̇͆i̶̫̤̘͉͋͒͂̒ń̸̬̯͉̽̾̓g̸̠̝͌̈́͋̆̑̚ ̶̧̳͎̥͚̏̌̄̿͠r̷̫̱̉͑̍̄è̸̝̙̪̘͒́̀̃͘p̸̳͉̣̟̿̅e̴͓͒̾̾͝ä̶͚̪̙̦͓́͌͐͜t̴̲̉͌͛͘̚ị̷͇̺̹̞̀̆̑̂ͅn̵͎̱͉͔͆̉͝g̶̡̟̬͒̎̿ ̴̺̥̓̊͝r̶̙̯͒ȩ̵̫͖̮̠͍̽͑̈́̒̓̕p̵̫͉͙̝͔͙̕è̶̗̖̈́̊́â̸̳̲̹̞̙͘t̷̨̬̲͖͍̓́͜ĩ̸̱̯͌͗n̸͎̭̳͙̥̒̐̎̕͝g̴̭͖̘̓

✨ EPIGRAPH ✨"It began one Halloween night..."

✨ SYNOPSIS ✨B, V, Jug, and Arch all take turns telling thrilling, short horror-filled stories around a campfire one Halloween night. If you're bold enough to take a journey down the road these dark minds will lead you on, you might earn yourself a place among them. You may even meet some new people along the way. Would you like to take a peek at what they said?-The Contract Series 0.35-

One time, when I was dreaming, I had a visitor. She had bright red hair and eyes and wore an orange dress.

We became friends and hung out in my dreams.

Then one day, she told me that we had to have passwords.

✨ SYNOPSIS✨

Welcome to the Sobosian Universe where many a creature is cherished. This compendium of short stories comes from countless people, whether they be human or something else entirely. Come learn about the many happenings of the realms therein. 🌍

- Author Unknown

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House speaking,

I am house with no stays for 7 entrie years... Remember one thing "life acts mysteriously"

Storyline:

Adam gets a room no 347 just to fuck a girl but something else happens...

This is a work of fiction.

All flash fictions that were compiled were made by yours truly.

Hope you like it.

a clock story

For one immortal, a short-cut through intergalactic space proves tragic, for another, an opportunity.