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Wish I never made

Wish I never made

Dear Diary, I am so upset in my life. It’s only been a year since I made this deal and yet everything I’ve dreamt of has made me so upset. I dreamed of beauty, and they stowed it upon me; I dreamed of love and to be cherished, again this was given to me. I wished for a fantastic career, and yet again they found my job to be as exciting as a baby discovering the unknown world that they’ve been born into. I do not want to seem ungrateful Diary but please take back these gifts you’ve given me. The beauty that I appeared so to desire, people no longer see my personality; they are just taken with my looks. The loved one that you bestowed upon me is scaring me. He loves me Solely for my looks; he does whatever I say; however; I wanted someone to talk to, keep me company, explain things to me and understand me; he doesn’t. Instead, he bends the knee and agrees with all that I say, even the most stupid of things. I wanted an intellectual conversation to stimulate my mind. Instead, I got nothin

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The Cake Shop - Story time with Charlie

The Cake Shop - Story time with Charlie

Photo by Kelly Neil on  Unsplash A steel door closes behind the young man as he whimpers to himself. ‘I was never meant to be here,’ As he looks around the cold freezer, he realises that his capturers own a cake shop. He looks for more cues, that will, hopefully, tell him more about the reason he has they have taken him. The cakes are all freshly made, apart from one. On a shimmering metal stand, with mesh to support the cakes adored it, he found a cue. The cake was in a box, a box that had a name on it. “The velvet dome”. He knew where he was; He was in Piccadilly Circus. He had been into this cake shop before. A kind Japanese lady worked behind the counter, and he always remembered the smell of freshly made icing. He didn’t know how long he would be there, fear that it could take days for him to see sunlight again. His thoughts turned to who his capturers could be. Was the lovely Japanese lady actually not so lovely. Was she the one that had put him here, and if so, why? His thou

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