The touch of the evil
Before you read this, keep in mind that these two stories are happening in the same world but experience by different perspective. Both of the stories are co-related. #1 A nice glaze of sunlight was penetrating into the room through the narrow gap between the ivory curtains. I woke up to see the clock strike 8. Strange. Why did I wake up so early? My body shouldn’t be wake at this time. Well, to use the spare morning like a gentleman, I pick up today’s newspaper and started to read the day’s journal, while enjoying a cup of coffee and bread. The touch of evil is disrupting you, and you never seem to get over it. It always tickles you but you never catch it. When you woke up, you instinctively feel that this touch of evil is right behind you, it would try hard to knock you off during the whole day. Can you get a glimpse of what it is? You spill a cup of coffee on your comfy pajamas, missed the bus, and late for school. Not because you woke up late nor getting ...