Esrarengiz Kasaba Waddles

Neil, a young man in his 20s, had just bailed out of jail due to the betrayal of his ex-girlfriend, who took everything from him. All he was left with was an old apartment and a tiny bit of money—no clothes for winter, no job—but still, he had a direction to go in life. But the same day he got bailed, he found a mysterious book that wrote his actions and feelings in it automatically. What is this mysterious book? Will it help him progress in his life, or will it create more difficulties? ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Meanwhile, Anika, a young, strong, and independent lady, was fighting her chronic illness. The company's succession had already started, and she had to make sure she made no mistakes and swiftly attained the position of CEO. But her family had something else in mind, her uncle—the vice-president; her brother; and her mother believed that a man should be the head of the company, not a woman. → Seemingly, one day, when she was admitted to the hospital, she found a strange book that wrote her thoughts and actions automatically. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ → But one day, both of their books started to talk to them (by writing). Was it the book answering their questions, or was it someone else? --"Anika came running towards Neil. She seemed in a hurry, yet passed by him as if he wasn't there." "Neil, lost in gazing at the skyscrapers, slowly approached Anika, yet he moved around her as if he didn't see her."-- → Why can't they ever seem to meet each other? Why, every time they walk towards each other, do they pass by as if they don't see each other? ------------------------------------------------------------------------ "I've reached here. Where are you?" he asked, looking at the book. "I am already here, but I can't see you. Where are you?" she replied. --"Neil looked at Anika in confusion, as if there was nothing in front of him, just air." "Anika moved forward, just a step away from Neil, her breath crossed his."-- "What are you saying? There is no one in front of me." Neil said in confusion, looking at what the book was writing. → Why, when they are standing this close to each other, can't they feel the other's presence or see them? ------------------------------------------------------------------------ || Need A romance with a unique twist and supernatural element…here it for you in a delicious palette… By-waddle-silence_of_scribes. || ------------------------------------------------------------------------

Some nightmares do not halt, they keep replaying till you lose your sanity. I have no idea what else I'm gonna do at this juncture of my life. Is my life even mine? I can't feel it is. What am I gonna do to be free? Free as a bird from this shackle? I am Hailey Brown, I reside in Chicago. I lay on a bare fluffy floor warping my fragile legs and twitching like a leaf. My tummy was agonizing badly and I could feel my intestines getting devoured as if a clump of rats were gnawing them. I let out an audible sigh. It's not the first time I have been in extreme distress. My eyes bulged looking somber, my lips, parched. I heard the bars of the cell I was in, clattering. It was the jail guard. He has arrived again to invite me to go work on the field as well as with the inmates. The clattering slammed my ears and I attempted to rise to my feet I felt so dizzy that my head commenced spinning, but I still attempted to waddle frightened I was going to get whacked or dragged out forcefully. The guards in the jail are quite brutal like soldiers, a few of them have mistreated me a few times hence, the awful bruises and spots on my arms and legs. I was almost arriving at the bars and I weakly plopped to the floor conk out.

When Earth was thrown into the apocalypse state and society's advancement with technology and AI broke through new developments, Red an agent for Hornet didn't think her life would be questioned when magic was added to the mix. A genius programmer who experimented with the possibility of creating a system powerful enough to shift the dimension and create a rip in the space vile. The government whom people placed their hopes on surfing through the tough times were developing several spaceships to migrate themselves into outer space. The several hundred of meters colorful shards that suddenly appeared on Earth, sapping away the life force of the world. And if this wasn't going south enough, an egg hatched into a 'ferocious' baby dragon in Red's arms. "Mammy," the little toddler waddled over to her, sucking his thumb as beads of tears rolled down his chubby pale face, "daddi hit me." "Daddi hit you? How could he hit my little dumpling?" Red picked up the toddler and gently patted him on the back hoping to cease the crying. "He saith choquwawet ish bad," the toddler hugged Red's neck weeping pitifully. "He said chocolate is bad? How dare he!" The toddler nodded, feeling incredibly hungry. The 'daddi': "..." Later that night, the said 'daddi' suffered in freezing snowy mountains as he was tasked to make 10 chocolate bars. He used to be the 'little dumpling' in her eyes, that woman is so fickle, he'll never belive in her words ever again!

"The first time you fall in love, it changes you forever and no matter how hard you try, that feeling just never goes away." — Nicholas Sparks. ... For Brian, it was not love at first sight, meeting Isabella only sparked an intense dislike between them. But, it did not take much time for him to fall in love with the fiery woman who rustled his fur. Isabella was the woman Brian fell in love with, and is still the one in his heart. She's his first love; but he wasn't hers. She fell in love with another man, a man who wasn't him. ... He was her first love, first kiss, first to embrace her soul... but also first to break her heart. For Isabella, her first love was a bitter lesson; one which built walls around her heart. She was determined to not give rights for another man to hurt her, like he did. ... For Brian, Isabella is the final destination of his heart. She was his muse, his everything,and he's not going to lose her again. But, can he win her heart, when he lost before? ... This is a journey of two souls who waddle through the web of love, heartbreak and trust.

*This is a writing prompt response written for practice. Feedback welcome.* [Please note: Format of this writing response is in the style of a pseudo obituary. The author (me) was experimenting with a different style.] Writing prompt: Constrained writing response of 100-300 words to following story starter: "Night fell over the Antarctic glaciers and thousands of feet waddled forward to the edge of a precipice of ice and snow. An army of penguins stood and watched as the first contestants lined up at the start of the track. It was a grueling race, filled with hairpin turns, steep drops, and some dangerous jumps over ramps carved into the ice. Only the bravest penguins competed in the races. ​ At the same time, explorer and scientist Ingrid Belousci climbed out of her makeshift shelter to observe the unique behavior of the penguins. She had heard them assemble and noticed a difference in their usual sounds. ​She would inadvertently become the first human to ever see the spectacle. But things changed when she was spotted. ///from user throwthisoneintrash"

Some nightmares do not halt, they keep replaying till you lose your sanity. I have no idea what else I'm gonna do at this juncture of my life. Is my life even mine? I can't feel it is. What am I gonna do to be free? Free as a bird from this shackle? I am Hailey Brown, I reside in Chicago. I lay on a bare fluffy floor warping my fragile legs and twitching like a leaf. My tummy was agonizing badly and I could feel my intestines getting devoured as if a clump of rats were gnawing them. I let out an audible sigh. It's not the first time I have been in extreme distress. My eyes bulged looking somber, my lips, parched. I heard the bars of the cell I was in, clattering. It was the jail guard. He has arrived again to invite me to go work on the field as well as with the inmates. The clattering slammed my ears and I attempted to rise to my feet I felt so dizzy that my head commenced spinning, but I still attempted to waddle frightened I was going to get whacked or dragged out forcefully. The guards in the jail are quite brutal like soldiers, a few of them have mistreated me a few times hence, the awful bruises and spots on my arms and legs. I was almost arriving at the bars and I weakly plopped to the floor conk out. Hours hastily departed. Munroe Jackson, my husband, he is running for governor. He relaxed on the bottom of his bed in only a pair of shorts. His hairy puffy chest was disclosed and his hips were as well. Samantha, my half-sister hopped on the bed in only a bra and a pant. She crawled towards Munroe giggling noisily and wrapping her smooth arms around his chest like an anaconda grasping its prey. Munroe's phone beeped noisily and he tugged it from his pants on the bed. He peeked at the screen and he saw it was one of his minions dialing and he answered the call. "What news do you have for me?" Munroe sniffed. "it is done boss, she's now six feet under." replied, the jail guard. Munroe had disbursed to a few guards in prison to have me killed. He wanted me gone so he can successfully be elected governor. Eight months after I gave birth to our daughter, Bella, I unearthed that he runs an illegal drug trafficking business and is a member of a syndicate. Not only that, he smuggles arms and grenades out of the country. Munroe comprehended I won't take that sitting down and he had me framed for possessing drugs. I had no evidence to back me in court and though I kept blurting to the judge and members of the courtroom, that Munroe is a drug lord, no one gave attention to my voice and my sentence was heightened accused of slander. The jail guards had brought me to a forest at midnight wrapped in a sack and they threw my body inside a hole which they dug and buried me alive.