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Learn to remember and not reminisce.

Six Word Stories #16 (via almost-words)

【 tension, here and there 】ㅡ open

Vodka and bourbon are not delightful friends. They are mischievous friends in companion with malice. They are thieves; proud onesㅡ that will rob you with every sanity you have, sucking them all until what left is ignominy. Many had failed onto their hands; few nights has been crushed, pulverized and terrorized 'till the dawn next. Many were consumed, reproduced, and fell. Unlucky though, that midnight, Sunny was the next victim. It was far to her understanding the amount of liquor she had drank that night. It could be her second glass, or the fifth nevertheless, the blonde could only care less. That given night was her congratulatory partyㅡ for ruining her big chance to the job of her dreams. Just because of a simple mistake; all blown up. And yes, she was devastated. She had prepared for months and months, and now, this is all what she'd gotㅡ rejection. Sunny laughed painfully and forced after she gulped the bitter cognac burning through her throat. The blonde flinched from the hard sensation poking her nerve endings. In due time, she was more than intoxicated. Not only that alcohol devoured her as a whole, but also was her sorrow. And everyone knows it's not a good combination. Sitting alone on the side of the non-famous bar with a slouching back, her eyes slowly giving up. Her stubborn head grasped by a hand whilst humming like a crazy kid; alone ㅡ hiding in the dark. It was that night that little Sunshine wasn't vibrant. She wasn't shimmering, unnoticed. Little does she know that not from a far, a young curious fellow had spotted the little spark. This will be a fun night.

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【 noxious invitation 】ㅡ sn & cm

Lazy crimson painted on the traffic light beating avidity as time enthusiastically tick against the back of her wrist. Sea of people gathered in front of the pedestrian with the photography student acting as the unofficial leader of the line. Toes in panic as it click clack her heels onto the ground, silently praying for the green light to pop up. Minutes passed more than a decade, and all Sunny could expel was a frustrated sigh; evidently running late for her next class. Her decision to grab a cup of americano on her way to school offered a nagging regret that momentarily painted on her face whilst the forthcoming of the next deduction on Contemporary arts grade for arriving at school late again. Indeed, it was a mess, but Sunny refuse to be completely aggravated. ❝ Calm downㅡ ❞ She mumbles to herself like a little mantra, syncing it with her breathing exercise that never fails to calm her senses down. Eventually, it was settled and soon, the yellow light beams after the red and without prolonging, the green comes next. The delightful keen of beam exposed on her face as she marched across the road along with a few other peopleㅡ all busy with their own personal endeavors. As she was about to step on the next pavement, a big blow of mass comes onto her back like a big surprise. The impact was too much for her petite frame to handle that she end up stumbling against the ground, tossing all her valuables including her fresh cup of coffee down to the floor. She winces in pain; the soaring ache immobilize her frame. ❝ Aw. Aw. Aw. Aw. Awㅡ my leg! ❞

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* crack knuckles * let's get it started!

#mun.