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Mary On A Cross Slowed Reverb

My Dearest Mary

"Hey, Miss, wait!" a handsome police officer called out to me. I stopped my motorcycle and gave him a sweet smile, but his face was serious. "Hehe, yes, sir?" I said cutely. "Why aren't you wearing a helmet? Do you know how much the fine is? Oh, your name and age?" I scratched my head. I'm dead. I saw that he seemed to be writing something. "Ah, eh, Mary Lie, 24." That's all I could say. "Your family name? Wait, do you have a license?" "Bog, sir. Yes, I do." I said shyly. Of course, who wouldn't be shy when you see a cool police officer with a good physique, and their uniform is intimidating, hello! He seemed surprised by my last name, tsk. My brother put our licenses in the U-box so it would be easy to get them if needed. I immediately opened it and showed it to him. "Where are you from?" he asked again. "Just from around here, sir." After I said that, he wrote again on what looked like a receipt and immediately handed it to me when he finished. "Oh, here, go to the municipal hall and pay at the treasurer's office. If you don't pay that within seven days, we can forward it. You can go now, Miss. Next time, wear a helmet." He said it without pause. I took the receipt, and my eyes widened when I saw that the fine was 500 pesos?! Idiot! Tsk, what a bad day, that animal! I angrily got back on my motorcycle. Before I could even start, he said something that made me turn around. "Is Jerry Bog your brother?" I didn't answer him and sped off immediately to the municipal hall to pay. Wait, what does he care anyway? That police officer is so annoying, ruining my day!
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Catalyst Cross Lesio

Naph had a couple of years of extremes. One year, he was trying to chase down a few rats in a desert. Another he was hunting bears in a river. There was a year when he just chilled himself on a beach. His volatile heart mayhems his life. This time his hunt had a different breed entirely. Named Bulwark. Quite the bounty on such a name. The only requirement? Bring the head back clean and without damage. Hunting was a sport. At least that’s what he had learned by watching others. Every adult showing off their repertoire of the dead. His volatile nature and teen years hadn’t taught him whom to show off or not. Bulwark was his first human kill. Yet it was his first insight into what a ‘catalyst’ could do. His survival had been on his intellect earlier, but not anymore. The world responded. He ran. Ran into things he hadn’t heard. Will the world make him another number in its long list of the dead? Or will he learn its truths? Will he know of the unspoken words he hadn’t processed? His heart a volatile entity; the world a raging a beast chasing him. And a few words that he didn’t knew- yet one etched itself in: “Cata”. ---------------------------------------------------- This story is also available on RoyalRoad.com with the same title "Catalyst Cross Lesio" with the username 'alex_reads'. My paypal is connected to it, so if you wish to help out a budding artist do go to my "Catalyst Cross Lesio" on RoyalRoad.com and hit that donate button! Thank you! :)
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