Aseer Alkutb The Fire

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• When life turns into a lie, the truth can be fatal.” Torn scenes fluttered from my mind, mist curled under an antique street lamp, and frighteningly I saw the berries of two-thirds glisten in the rain as juliet exploded into a poisonous flower.
• The sound of footsteps approaching me just like the sound of breathing and the slamming of shoes in the grass. Somebody is standing far from the hut and calling my name, "Alice, Alice, stop."
• I'm too slow, it's too late, all hopes dissolve into the night.