Jered chit-chatted with her for the next dozen minutes. While Rainey had carjacked his original mission in going there, his indignation eventually tapered off as the clock ticked by and the conversation went on. Then that sharp smell cropped up out of nowhere, and he was almost left seeing red. His patience was being tested, and for a moment he …

Asylums were not a place to seek comfort or warmth, and most certainly not a place where love was the slogan behind everyone’s smiley faces. White walls, long and narrow corridors, and that one janitor always bustling around mopping the floor. No, asylums were a prison for people with a prisoned mind, the ones that couldn’t escape from their own …

The bus eventually slowed down to a stop, and Jered chewed over her words. He could walk out now, and avoid her line of questions, but it would not solve anything, instead, it would just strengthen her suspicions. It was like slapping a big ‘I DID IT’ on his forehead. No, they were not even suspicions, she firmly believed in …

That kooky smell lingered at the tip of Jered’s nose yet again, waking him up in a bad tune. He frowned and pinched his nose shut, and slowly clambered out of his bed. The sun had already climbed up to the centermost seat in the sky, overlooking the underneath cluster of urban activities. He proceeded to splay the windows wide …

Jered’s hand slid aimlessly along the stair’s parapet as he walked up. The house was curtained by a flimsy veil of darkness, and sometimes he wondered whether it was a concurred decision of saving energy, or if they had an uncanny penchant for living like bats. His mother was still in the kitchen, he realized. Probably indulging herself in some …

“Oooh-kay…” Jered chewed the inside of his cheek as he dragged his eyes over. The newly-arrived hovering interface turned up with a beeping sound in its starter package. Additionally, the content inside was doing a poorly copycat job of these newfangled game ads that had been popping up on the internet lately. With a deep and peeved groan, he started …

Smoky clouds corralled to fog up the last golden pencil-thin streaks of a dwindling sun. The weather forecast had positively claimed a sunny and cloudless day ahead; that was not to be, apparently. Newspapers were gunned left and right as the wind galloped rampant through the cityscape, and children were forced to scramble back inside their homes. Jered couldn’t care …