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• Ignited Of Madness   Chapter Three

  "Uhm, can I have your number, Big sis?" she requested, leveling me as her Big sister.Did she call me Big sis? I'm confident, we are of the same age, the disadvantages of advanced maturity of my hormones. She presumed I'm older due to my looks.Come to think of it, Stormi possesses these chocolate brown narrow slant almond-shaped eyes, a natural brown loose wave hair under her waist length. Pointed nose. Thin lips now covered by a pink lipstick perfectly fitted to her round face. Her skin is white as snow, it is not pale. She is kinda chubby but I can clearly see from my first glance that she has curves in a right angle Stormi Francisco is a walking doll, and with her angelic face and friendly vibes, I'm confident she can attract every human without putting an effort.As she requested I gave her my number. Instantly, she sends me an angel emoji. I smiled with Stormi's cuteness as I saved her num

• Ignited Of Madness   Chapter Two

  “Everyone's destined to die, with that remaining time what can you do to your life to be fully alive without having regret in the end?”I am destined to perish from this world without fleeing a spot, unlike the other people who have someone to make their living worthy. No one will cry for me, no one will grieve when my body buried 16 feet below the ground, no one will pray for my soul and no one is glad to remember me, I'm nothing to them so my body will be just buried as they buried my existence and that's the end of it. But, with those remaining time of mine, what I am going to do even though I knew it is useless in the future? Should I make some memories worth keeping when my soul takes off to hell? Yes, I can remember I've done when I am living, the only sucks are everyone I met whether they hate me or loved me– no one will remain their love to me so scratch that...will forget me, or leave me. Every momentu

• Ignited Of Madness   Chapter One

  "Daddy, where is my mommy? My classmate told me If I have a daddy, I should have a mommy," the five years old me, asked innocently.Daddy became silent away from the noisy and childish kind of father which I inherited from him, according to my babysitter.I never met my mommy. Do I have a mommy like my chubby classmate teddy? Do she loves me like how my daddy loves me? Does she care for me like how my babysitter shower me?Daddy did not give me an answer to my surprise. "What was that?" I uttered to myself. I pouted my lips.Perhaps, he was not in a good mood.Another night came, my daddy read me a bedtime story. He was good at tale-tellings, he does not have to hold a storybook, his mind can memorize and work faster.My eyelids slowly closing,