All Chapters of Morphing Iniquity : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Isn't it beautiful? What. The mountain? No silly, the sunset.Oh, yeah it is. I've often came here alone, this is like my safe heaven. And that makes me the accomplice? (Light smile appears) Sure thing. You might as well be my Flynn Rider and me being held captive on the mountain peak waiting to be saved.(Laughs burst out.)What if I were to go elsewhere ? Then, I would  accompany you until your legs hurt.Julia: You are something, really. Mathews: Ha-ha, I'll take that as a complement Julia: Promise me you'd live on my behalf. You'd cherish every moment as if it were your last and on your

Gerascophobia :An abnormal or incessant fear of growing older(senescence).causing undue anxiety. Age is something magnificent for it builds at the expense of youth. A bearable illness, contagious to life as a whole.Prologue:Christopher Harrison's funeral took place in 1986,a joyous day it was, that was the day he was born, old and pale and barely could see. That day he was a day younger and a day wisest. His Father Jacob Harrison was 26 years younger when Christopher was born. His Mother Ava was three years younger than Jacob. So much knowledge of the world you have just been borne to, intelligent Christopher is at this age, a day youngest one can write a book with 86 years of experience one has been gifted with. Nasaih was younger than Christopher ,his funeral had roses ,lilies with a sprinkle of orchards. Throne. Nasaih became someone close to Christop

□_\-\_.On top of the shelf lay a thick book.A old dusty book. Probably its remains had either been scattered or torn away. Wiping the dust off with one of the cloth from the cupboard.The book suddenly got its glow,it wasn't that bad. It just needed a good taking care of. ◇ He places it gently on the brown wooden table.Which looked ancient for its decoration was so royal. Positioned at the center of the library. One can say it looked like a king piece. The tiles opposite it were grey,which blended well with the walls around them. Even at daylight the library depicted a night view. Turning the front page◇ Day :Year

From:Dear younger me●Chair slides.Pen roughly gets placed on the table as the book gets opened. Pages flipped,one to the next. Sound of a pen being roughly pressed on the page. Zigzag sound. ✒zigzag sounds of a pen moving up,down and sideways.You can hear the birds debating as the dog interrupts with its vicious bark._.•●He reads a certain text below the page as he writes on those empty unfilled spaces. It says "Julieth 12 of August".As he reads what he writes, there is a slow paced voice repeating the exact same words the main voice had said. A little bizarre it sounds. It is definitely his consciousness dozing off. It disappears at a certain point. Sleeping as his main voice stumbles to pronounce six-teenth. Then it catches up on the main voice on

Day:Fifty Nıne.                                                ●--!--○Everthing went as usual. Classes, learning,recalling ,sleeping and waking up to repeat all those activities again and again. There has been a time i wondered how i got admitted to this faculty of learning for i never had parents to fill in random documents neither do i recall filling anything of some sort besides the register of cause .                                               •>One class that fascinated me the most was the "Psychiatry momentum also known as Biology"held by the man himself Doctor Chadwick Obese. Chadwick