this is stasiS
temperamental tyrant versus shut-off, shut-out specialisT
obstinate object and uncontrollable incommunicadO
it's only natural to turn these veins into a vanguard, like when you drain a land, it leads to desertificatioN
exilE
this is how i execute you for becoming a clapperclaW
dehydrated hydra, if i let one layer down and you scratch that, i'll scratch you out with two more stratA
this is consequence. you heat up, i freeze you out. you wanna play yang? i'll play along, play yin, play countercyclicaL
to your mercuriaL
About the Creator
Wen Xiaosheng
I'm a mad scientist - I mean, film critic and aspiring author who enjoys experimenting with multiple genres. If a vial of villains, a pinch of psychology, and a sprinkle of social commentary sound like your cup of tea, give me a shot.
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Evening has given way to night. Gently, I settle next to you on the comfortable, old love seat and reach for your hand. You snatch it away, again. It cuts me to the quick, but I hide the pain, understanding that the reaction is but part of your demented state. Since the accident, your presence here in our cozy home has been clouded by a haze I can't see. Nevertheless, I feel the frigidity of your expressions and it serves as an excruciating reminder of the immeasurable distance between us.
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