( Please note: All the portraits of character in this story are fictional though they really exist in real life please do not interpret this as the real life thanks)
" Fire!"
It was so quiet. Everyone in the stadium held their breath. They witnessed his head fell off.
"Argghhh!"
" What's up honey? You ok? Is your job to stressful?" Natalie said calmly. But with love and tender.
" I am alright. Thanks hon. Did I freak you out?" Michael said.
"No, you didn't. I can understand it."
Fuck.
Michael look at his Blackberry. It was only 5.45 in the morning. He had only slept for 2 hours. He had to go back to work one hour later.
Deep down his heart, he wish that shot literally blasted his head off. He really wanted himself dead. He really did.
Fuck.
It was just a lousy dream.
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The world of M.Lee
FantasyMY 1st fiction. It is actually my soul, my life. It is a projection of my future. I just write it out. Hope that when 10years later, 20 years later, the good things that happened here, inside the book is gonna happen in the reality.
