Takako Mcgee
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Bedtime story
Are you new?" The old assassin looked at the masked boy beside him and frowned. Young crazy nod: "elder not kui is elder, memory super strong! There are more than three hundred people in this assassin's convention, and everyone wears a mask, and you can even recognize me as a newcomer." "I never saw a veteran put such a big diamond in a mask," said the old assassin, reaching up to pull one off and weighing it. "Full, too ostentative." "Really?" The boy paused. "The only people who come here are the 500 or so assassins from the guild," the old man said, throwing the diamond back at the boy. "You're lucky you haven't been caught for being so stupid." The young man came to his senses, hastily pulled out a dozen diamonds from the mask, put them into the hands of the old assassin, and whispered: "Master!" The old assassin was choked: "You don't scream." The youth pulled down more than 20 diamonds, close to the old assassin: "You accept me as an apprentice!" The old assassin twitched his eyes and looked away. The young man cut off the rest of the diamonds and stuffed them into the hands of the old assassin: "If you do not take them, I will depend on you!" "Collect collect," the old assassin's scalp is tingling, "you first block the hole on the mask with diamonds, MY tryptophobia is about to attack." The boy became the apprentice of the old assassin. What the old assassin didn't know was that it wasn't luck that kept the young man from getting caught, but that the assassin was his part-time job. Normally, he is known as prince, first in line to the next emperor. And the reason why the boy is in the top 500 of the Assassin's Guild, is because he takes orders, he is willing to pay a huge percentage, for himself. Personally assassinate corrupt officials, then throw the pot to the assassin's union, and finally secretly cancel the assassin's wanted, this kind of thing the boy did at least a dozen times, his father is a bad king, there are plenty of people around to kill. Until the last mission, the boy almost died at the hands of the right. He was not a crafty sycophant, and he was even young and promising. However, he did nothing while watching clowns do nothing. On the other hand, he built up troops, respected himself and made friends, and already controlled most of the royal power. Anyone but the old king could see that he was waiting for an opportunity to usurp the regent. After that day, the young man learned his skills with the old assassin every day. In fact, the old assassin is still less than two years away from being confused, just at the peak, he taught the young stronger assassination skills, taught him faster body skills, also taught him to be careful, do not fully trust anyone, do not take off the mask, do not expose their true identity with anyone; When performing the task, the hand must be ruthless, can stab a knife to stab more than one knife, be sure to ensure that the target of the assassination has no possibility of counterattack; He also taught him to be calm at all times, at all times, to make sure that his emotions do not fluctuate too much. The boy learned quickly, and a year later his rank rose to more than 200 in the Assassin's Convention, and a year later he was already ranked among the top 30 in the assassin's guild. During this period, the boy gave himself more than 70 single assassination of the right phase of the task, all ended in failure. Finally, another year passed and the boy became the second assassin in the assassin's union. At this time, he learned that his master was the number one assassin in the assassin's union and also sat at the head of the president. The day after the meeting of assassins, the emperor died, and within a matter of hours, the right prime minister had cleared away all political opponents who had a chance to stand in his way, whether they were other ministers or other sons of the emperor. That night, the boy with the determination to die, crept into the right phase of the mansion. Perhaps thinking that he was done, Righty drank so much that day that he didn't notice when the teenager opened the door of his bedroom. The teenager took a deep breath and lunged at the man sitting at the table, stabbing him in the back. Right phase mixed body a shock, reluctantly turned around. The boy struck again and again. "Don't stab," the right phase soft voice way, "stab so many knives, which his mother can fight back, the body so many holes, MY trypophobia will commit." Startled, the boy released the knife with a shudder. He remembered how his master had taught him to be calm at all times, but he could not do it now. "Physique, also is average, technique also is barely ok." Right looked up at the boy's pure gold mask with difficulty. "I don't want to be careful. Anyway, you probably won't need to wear a mask anymore." "No mercy, no mercy," smiled the right. "He's made for an emperor." On the day of his enthronement, it rained heavily. After his coronation, he took his guards and levelled the headquarters of the Assassins' guild. All of a sudden, officials and the public, already suffering from his shadow, were jubilant and praising the new emperor. Once right phase mansion, deserted. After the tiger fell to pingyang on the right, his family members and guests were scattered, and now the gap of the steps at the door has grown a little desolate weeds. After scolding the new emperor for deliberately retaliating against him and breaking several cups, he looked at the mask with inlaid holes on the table, shiver a little, turned his eyes away quickly and touched his numb scalp. The corners of the mouth are unable to stop rising.
By Takako Mcgee4 years ago in Fiction
Bedtime story: The ending
The author hasn't had a good night's sleep in three days. Three days ago, when he promised to update his readers regularly, someone threatened to hang him from his screen if he stood them up. The author saw a smile, did not take it seriously, that night on the daily drag more. The next morning, the author took the mobile phone from the bed to check the time, suddenly found a girl hanging in the middle of the screen. His face was livid and he rolled his eyes. The author exclaimed and threw the phone aside. He patted his face, took a deep breath, sat up, and almost carried his back. In the middle of the projection cloth opposite the bed hung the same man, with his tongue sticking out rather long. The writer shuddered and turned off the projector, followed by the TV, the computer, the game console. However, the hanging figure really haunts me. When THE author goes out to the cafe, she always follows the ordering machine in the cafe. The author lit up a cigarette and silently thought, "Is it true that a person has been hanged and become a ghost haunting me?" The author had to hide at home and read one book after another. Three days passed in the blink of an eye. He hasn't picked up his phone in three days. Finally, the author could not bear it, he slowly grabbed the phone upside down on the table, suddenly opened it. In the middle of the screen, the girl is wearing a mask and painting nail polish, as she casually throws the hanging rope aside. The author and the girl are one leng. "You're not a ghost? "The author began. The girl rolled her eyes. "Hacker." The author breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time gave birth to a fire in his heart. "What on earth do you want?" "Do you have any idea what I've been through these days?" The girl asked back: "Do you know how I wait for more days?" "Are you out of your mind? The author sneers, "I his mother love when more when more, you control it? How do you lead the tube I don't care?" The girl stared, obviously not expecting such a reply from the author. She opened her mouth several times, but without speaking, tears began to flow down her cheeks. "Oh, don't you cry." The author felt at a loss, "It was you who screwed me first, and it wasn't my fault." The girl wept bitterly. The author helplessly: "I more, I more return not line?" "Really?" "The girl asked, wiping her eyes. The author says, "Really, but you can't hang in the middle of the screen." "Is it all right if I sit and watch?" The author struggled for a while and finally nodded reluctantly. That night, the author updated it. Followed by another, much more even more, and even the whole week, month more constantly. The girl would reward her every time and buy some snacks for the author from time to time. The person did not appear in the screen all the time. The most recent one was also the longest one, and the girl did not appear for more than two weeks. At first, the author felt quiet, but after a long time, he thought a little. At the end of the day, all the writer could think about was the girl's smiling face. When the girl reappears two weeks later, the novel is nearing its final chapter. She asked the author expectantly when the novel would be finished. "Soon, soon." The author responded with a smile, thinking to himself that he would write an afterword to the novel, a... I love letter. The author is a little-known writer, an undergrad. He thought, he is not good enough for the girl, and did not expect to be with the girl, but he still wants the girl to know his mind. However, when the final chapter was finished, the girl sent me "I went to see it!!" I haven't seen him since. After the author wrote, but can not find a reason to send out, he is ready to punch, hit the cotton. After several sleepless nights, the writer dug out the express box where the girl had sent him something and followed the address. He also bought a small, tacky bunch of red roses at the florist's shop and hid them in his arms. The writer knocked at the door. A middle-aged woman, girlish and haggard, opened the door. For no reason, the author felt flustered and just wanted to turn his head and run. "Are you Xiaoyu's classmate?" The woman forced a smile and turned sideways. The writer saw the black and white photo in the middle of the living room and his mind buzzed. "I thought you said... Are you a hacker?" The author tried to question the photo, but could not say anything. "Xiao Yu has been sleeping on and off for the last few months, a brain tumor, you know." "Sobbed the woman." She had been in such good spirits for the past two weeks, demanding every day that I should read her a novel, that her condition would suddenly deteriorate..." The author went home in a daze. He sat in front of the computer for a few hours, but still corrected the postscript and sent it out. "I don't like stories with Bad endings," he wrote in the epilogue. "But there are always Bad endings." A hanging rope was thrown into the screen. "You've been to see me?" "The girl whispered." I'm so ugly I might as well hang myself." The author starts: "You..." "Ghost, have no choice but to come to your boarding," the girl said. "in the story, must not be Happy Ending?" The author smiled: "you are still there, the ending is important?" He took out the bunch of roses from his arms. The petals were crushed, but the red was not faded, like the setting sun, like the rising sun.
By Takako Mcgee4 years ago in Fiction
Horror stories
Li Fugui 'er, 27, is a horror writer whose pen name is Li Fugui 'er. Fu-gui li son and I are in the understanding of the Internet, at that time, a novel web site has just started, looking for a great many of planking writers to toll, fu-gui li son and I are in one of the few older aged 25 rush toward street, in the group of the guys to dream literature widely spread-and deeply felt, only we two dark chuo chuo has said that the price so low yellow, sooner or later banned editor for us, Li Fugui tapped me at the small window. "Hey, Mary Sue, don't I know you from somewhere?" Mary Sue Mongo is my pen name. Well, I write romance. "Yes, brother." I replied: "Forget the river, before sansheng stone, when the other shore flowers in full bloom, you and I promise generation after generation do not separate the promise, so, you see my head, is to recognize me?" "Go away, foot picker." Li Fugui took a smile cry expression: "I see your head, the whole body is black, as if there are evil ghosts around, in my screen vaguely send out black gas, if you don't change your head, tonight at twelve o 'clock, there must be something to find." "Screen black? Won't be the * star that can explode, careful disfigurement elder brother." Li Fugui returned to me a string of ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha, so one and two, we slowly cooked up. In fact, writers this road, there is also an age period, 25 years old like a watershed, before you can dream of breaking and bleeding, then to live in tears, and with the growth of age, mood will change, for failure, but also more difficult to accept. For example, I was originally to write martial arts, after the street countless angry changed a pen name, write the love Mary Sue, and then, I got the first manuscript fee in life, the manuscript fee is only enough for me to eat two sea fishing, but at that time I almost cried with joy, from now on made Mary Sue yunmeng dance. Li Fugui er has always written horror novels, but here it is all about the street, how good can it be, I have read li Fugui er's writing, I would rather classify it as a joke than a horror novel. "The ghost is chubby and has a sweater needle sticking out of his head. He looks like a teletubby..." Is what operation, I ask Li Fugui son, Li Fugui son stem head say: "fat how? Can't a ghost be fat? Can't we be like teletubbies? The Teletubbies aren't teletubbies when they're dead." Okay, you're the author. Whatever you say is right. Although both of us are rushed street, but somehow more than the group of those new people rushed street a few, for writing the routine is also more or less to understand some, so although we are all a mess, or often on the website of the recommendation, but the recommendation of no one to see it. Calm to day, I still every day to work during the day, evening come back code word, martial arts, first write romance until written not bottom go to, but martial arts is written in the folder, romance written submissions directly, occasionally write tired and fu-gui li son dozen DaZui cannon, would see each other together to do the difficult of doing in the elderly. After three months in this way, I earned six hot pot money, li Fugui er's teletubbies suddenly became popular. As if overnight, fu-gui li soared to millions of data from the book, and everyone praised on the network, kua says this is a book in one hundred, a rare find god, see people goose bumps up, I'm surprised, hurriedly went to see the fu-gui li son of the teletubbies, since the last time I watched it again have never seen, at that moment, found between fu-gui li and update the chapter 15, But the fifteen chapters put Li Fugui on a pedestal. I read the fifteen chapters, although the language is not concise and sophisticated, but the delicate description and repressive atmosphere of the article makes people feel real fear and helplessness, I endured the scalp tingling breath read fifteen chapters, and then can not wait to send a message to Li Fugui er: "Line elder brother, suddenly enlightened is not, this ten chapter write of really good, compared with those great god come also not not the mention much let, eldest brother later fire can not forget to carry carry carry me!" Originally a message immediately back to Li Fugui son did not return to me this time, I thought he might just have something didn't care about, but after three days li Fugui son didn't return to me, the article is updated nine chapters, MY heart some unhappy, how, write a little achievement do not recognize people, as for so snobbish? Although the in the mind is not happy, but Li Fugui's more I still do not fall a chapter of the finished reading, there is no way, this article is really too good, even I this horror novel insulator can not help but see, can imagine his book fire to what extent. But the fire and I have nothing to do, although I comfort myself like this mouth, but my heart is always some resentment, one is jealous he can book seal god, the other is angry he did not recognize people after he became famous, but after angry also helpless, had to dark stamp stamp of hard code word, in an attempt to oneself can also book famous. However, at this time, Li Fugui's editor found me, the editor of the newly opened website. Li Fugui and I both signed an agreement with the website, but they belong to different editors. Li Fugui's editor is CAI, and HE came to ask me about Li Fugui's whereabouts. "Didn't he sign up for our website?" I was curious: "you should have more information about him, I only have him a QQ number, he has not ignored me recently." "I have all his wechat numbers." "But he doesn't care," CAI said. "Now someone wants to buy the film and television rights of his book, and the price is considerable." "Mr. I faintly answered. "Ask him what's going on and tell him not to leave our site just because he's on fire. He signed a five-year contract and will lose money if he defaults." CAI edits say: "said again, you tell him to write well, za website won't mistreat him of, absolute give him the treatment of great god." "You talk to him." "Tell him that if he doesn't talk to me again, I will go to his house to find him." Ended with CAI editor after the dialogue, I opened and fu-gui li son dialog box, on a dialog or congratulations on his time, he has not talked to me, although very didn't want to talk to him, but I still send a message: "said CAI editing for you, someone want to buy your enemies, 7 video copyright, said CAI editor if you ignore him, he will go to your house to find you." As expected, Li Fugui 'er ignored me again, and I didn't care. I prepared to take a screenshot to show editor CAI that I had finished the task, but Li Fugui 'er ignored me, and I couldn't help it. When I just finished taking a screenshot and prepared to send it to editor CAI, Li Fugui 'er suddenly replied to my message. "Mary Sue." He replied, "Tell Editor CAI that I know and let him do what he wants." I was a little surprised and a little annoyed by Li Fugui's attitude toward the book, and by his casual use of me as a messenger. "You won't say it yourself. What do you mean, let me be the messenger?" Li Fugui er did not reply to me for a long time, and I was about to block him when he suddenly said, "Mary Sue, I have to tell you the truth, I don't care about this book at all now, IT is driving me crazy!" "What?" "You're in S City." Li Fugui er suddenly said, "I'll come to see you this weekend and tell you something. If I don't say it out, I'm going to explode." "What's the matter with you?" I asked, but Li Fugui 'er ignored me again. I had to convey Li Fugui 'er's message to Editor CAI, but I didn't tell him that Li Fugui 'er was coming to see me this weekend. Soon arrived over the weekend, fu-gui li son sent me a position, it's a cafe in the centre of the city, far from where I live is not to take a taxi more than ten minutes, this is the first time in my life see a net friend, while a person is a dig big fellow, but I still dress up, always can't be too lost to another is not. But WHEN I really saw Li Fugui, I was really glad not lazy, because in the agreed position sitting is a good to see the goddess level of girls, I did not expect to kill me, Li Fugui son turned out to be a woman, or a long so good-looking woman. This world how on earth, cut foot big man write Mary Sue love, beautiful girl but to write horror novels, xu is my surprise performance too obvious, Li Fugui son slightly smiled: "Mary Sue, did not think you are really a man." I was a little embarrassed to sit down: "I did not expect Li Fugui son turned out to be a beautiful sister..." Because it is a beautiful sister plus, I have previously to Li Fugui son's prejudices have all vanished into thin air, I was racking their brains to find a topic to talk, Li Fugui son suddenly opened. "Mary Sue, are you wondering why I suddenly write so well?" I nodded, then said shyly, "Don't call me Mary Sue. I'm embarrassed. Just call me Pony." Li Fugui didn't pay much attention to my words, but slowly approached me and said in a low, dark voice, "That's because I really saw a ghost. What I wrote recently was my own experience." "... Are you kidding?" I unconsciously backed away. "It's true." Li Fuei grabbed me by the shoulder. "The teletubbies with the needle in their head have been bothering me for a long time." Li Fugui's frightened expression told me that what she said was true, but as a young man who grew up in the glory of socialism, I could not believe in the existence of ghosts. "Come with me to my house, and stay at my house tonight and you'll find out." Li Fugui er said. "Well, that's not good..." I hesitated to refuse, in fact, the heart has written thirty thousand words of the script, Li Fugui son is to jump fairy? But I don't look like a rich man. Besides, we talked for so long that we would have jumped long ago. Why wait until now? So what was she up to? Did I really see a ghost? But what the hell am I supposed to do? I don't know how to hunt ghosts. Is it because I'm so handsome that I want to take this opportunity to throw myself at me? If this is really an opportunity for me, I can not miss it. As an old single dog, it is not easy to find a girl with the same hobbies and beautiful looks. My heart is scratching like a cat's claw, although I subconsciously want to refuse, but the words are always light. "You're a girl. I'm going to spend the night with you..." "I don't care what you're afraid of?" Li Fugui er said: "Afraid I can do what to you?" I quickly shook my head, li Fugui son took my hand: "Mary Sue, I am really afraid recently, in s city and no other friends, you should help me, please." Li Fugui said a face of pleading looking at me, my heart under a ruthless, promised her: "ok." In addition to li Fugui's beauty, the content of our previous chat also made me choose to believe her. We have known each other for three months, but it has been normal before, so there is no reason to lie to me after her book is popular. Color word head a knife, the other words really that's right, when fu-gui li son opened the door of the sitting room of the moment, I'll regret it, because in the middle of the dark living room, suddenly stood a man, like red antenna baby dolls, doll's head, and also with a sweater needle, it stood silent in the middle of the sitting room, appear terrorist weird again. Li Fugui son screamed and ran past, teletubby suddenly moved at this time, it quickly ran to the window, the body jumped out, Li Fugui son standing in the middle of the living room, I tremble to turn on the light, see Li Fugui son pale face. "I bought it for my novel." Li fugui sits on the sofa and closes his eyes. "At that time, X-Treasure was in a hurry. I thought it would be a good idea to buy it and use it as a novel prototype for inspiration." "It was fine, but I stuck a sweater needle into his head to make it look more realistic. Then I noticed blood oozing from his head and his eyes seemed to move a little bit." "I was so scared that I threw it in the trash downstairs, but when I got home, I found it standing in the living room just like you saw it." Li Fugui said the collapse of crying: "I threw it countless times, but how can not throw it, I was going to be crazy." I felt goosebumps all over my body. I could feel the air in the room blowing, and there was a teletubby with a bleeding head looking at me darkly behind my back. I quickly coughed and said, "Could it be someone pretending to be me? A pervert hiding in a doll to scare you?" "I don't know." Li Fugui cried, "I can't catch it, I can't do anything about it..." My scalp tingled and I thought of a piece of news I had seen long ago. It said that someone had sewn a corpse into a doll after killing it. I remembered Li Fugui 'er's remark that the doll would bleed, probably because of the body sewn into it. Li Fugui er listened to my guess after staring wide eyes: "corpse?" "I'm still leaning toward maybe there's a pervert in there." "Did you feel anything strange when you bought the doll?" I asked. "No." Li Fugui shook his head: "just bought back has always been soft, will not bleed, I used to hold it to play, are I inserted the sweater needle, things just become weird." "Can you find it in the shop where you bought it?" Li Fugui - er patted his head. "Yeah, I'm scared these days. The shop owner should know something." Li Fugui son hurriedly picked up the mobile phone to pull two times, then his face became pale again. "What's the matter? I asked. Li Fugui son handed me the mobile phone, above impresingly presents a paper shop, the name of the shop is also unspeakable strange, called death doll. I bravely asked the customer service about the Teletubbies, but after a long wait, the phone vibrated. I picked it up and found that the customer service's avatar had changed to a red teletubbies at some point. Tonight you'll be the one sewn into the doll instead of me. I didn't know if he was referring to Li Fugui or me. I immediately wanted to escape, but when I rushed to the door, I found that the door could not be opened, as if it had been damaged by something. I looked at Li Fugui son in despair, but saw Li Fugui son looked behind me with a frightened face. I froze and slowly turned my head, and there was nothing behind me. I breathed a sigh of relief, then saw the teletubbies flash past the window. "So vulgar? Ghosts like to appear in Windows, don't they?" I was scared, but I couldn't help it, and the Teletubbies didn't show up at the window. "Call the police." I said through gritted teeth. "What about the police? A ghost trying to kill us? The police will think we're nuts." Li Fugui shook his head. "No, say we're locked in and uncle Fireman will come and help us." I said to take out a mobile phone, but the phone has not been dialed, Li Fufuer was violently screaming, I turned to see a huge teletubby holding a kitchen knife standing behind me, the doll's head has been dripping blood. Li Fugui 'er has been screaming, BUT I saw the doll exposed the leg of the rope, I instantly understand what is going on, I pull Li Fugui 'er to push
By Takako Mcgee4 years ago in Fiction
out of the shadows. As the noble
After waking up with a kiss from Prince William, we had a big wedding. It was really luxurious: the magnificent halls, the elaborate dresses, the dazzling jewelry, the colorful red carpet. There were bottles of wine, and the faces of the nobles were beaming with joy. I've heard it said there hasn't been a more extravagant wedding in the whole history of fairytale Land. At that time, I thought I was the happiest princess in the world. * One of the things THAT I will never forget about my wedding was that my stepmother and my father were there to wish William and I together. Everything was going well, but as William and I said our vows and the wedding was wrapping up, William suddenly took my stepmother into custody. Frankly, I didn't hate her the moment I was "killed" by apple poison. But she had raised me for years, and I still had feelings for her. Besides, the poison apple did not cause any substantial loss to me, and let me meet William, the love of my life. Maybe it was a blessing in disguise. I just think it was meant to be. Therefore, I had no desire to take revenge on my stepmother. William, on the other hand, was a man of passion and hate. When he found out what had happened to me, he set out to avenge me. When we first fell in love, everything was sweet. I don't want trouble. I just want to live like this. But he insisted on speaking for me, and I did not hinder him too much, so I let him go. But God knows how my heart broke when I saw my stepmother forced to dance in red-hot iron boots -- I just wanted to scream! Fortunately, the princess's breeding restrained me, and I was able to stand there as coolly as I could, and keep my dignity. I just walked up to William and looked him in the eye. He gave me a sideways look, but I was frozen. His soulful eyes were filled with bloodthirsty joy. The guests all around seemed to be under a spell, and everyone was trembling with excitement. What looks like blood to me looks like a feast to them! In my heart I felt a fire burning into my throat, and for a moment I fainted. * I woke up a day later. My father sent word that the Queen was ill and dead. That's ridiculous! A torture in the eyes of the public, can turn into death. But what can I. what can I do now? Even under the guise of avenging me, was I not one of the murderers? I began to fall ill. * Humans are indeed a fickle species. It's only been two months since the wedding, and I'm over it. William dotes on me so much every day that I wonder if I was wrong about his bloody eyes that day. I imagined it all. Lie to myself or not, but I never think about that wedding again. I only hope it will have a feast. I'm out of the shadows. As the noble Snow White, my face so dazzling; As the king's only daughter, I inherit his kingdom; As prince William's wife, his tenderness is mine alone. I had beauty, rank, and love that rang through the land of fairy tales. No one is happier than I am. I'm supposed to be the happiest man on the continent. William and I had a wonderful life. Like every princess and prince, there was no quarrel, only sweetness. William's parents were also very kind to me and often asked me about my health. Even though I never had a little prince for William, no one ever blamed me. Apart from the fact that I get dizzy from time to time, which is a hangover from the wedding, everything is fine. I think: my whole life will be so happy and satisfied. * I've heard of many writers who, when they write about a prince and a princess falling in love, put an end to it. When I read these stories wh
By Takako Mcgee4 years ago in Fiction
Small demon
"Humans hate it a bit, but the food is really good," the goblin sighed as he ripped off the chocolate wrapper. "I wish I had this every day... Halloween?" Small demon mouth, as the demon world a famous PI, he disdain to remember the human festival and even the name of the human, unless... "Unless it's delicious," thought the demon, "like Spring Festival, Lantern Festival, Dragon Boat Festival, Mid-Autumn Festival, winter solstice, Thanksgiving, Christmas..." Small demon giggle two, conveniently throw wrapping paper aside, lift a foot kicked the door in front of: "don't give sugar, trick or treat!" The girl opened the door, looking dazed. The demon stretched out his hand: "sugar." "Ah, are you the new editor?" The girl blushed and fumbled, "Did you really come to the door to urge the manuscript? But I... Dear... The... Can we have two more days?" Her voice trailed off, and the last sentence sounded like a mosquito. "Please." "What nonsense, talking so much nonsense, I don't understand!" The genie frowned impatiently. "Give me as much as you can." The girl shrank her neck, went back to the house to take a small stack of manuscript, especially treasure to the small demon hands. The demon took over and turned over from head to tail: "Where is sugar?" The girl is submissive: "This is..." "Are you kidding me?" The demon put the manuscript into a group, just began to roar half, I saw the girl sobbing, tears fell to the front of the front. He panicked, wanted to come forward to comfort but due to the devil's face, had to stamp his feet, defeated and fled. The demon walked aimlessly, like a stone in the heart. He thought of the ball of paper still clutched in his hand and the way the girl had treasured it. He felt as if he had done something wrong. He stopped under the street lamp and unfolded the paper, struggling to read the small print. Ten minutes later, the small demon more depressed: "how did the princess die in this story?" That night, the little demon could not sleep, full of girls write stories. Early the next morning, he brought a box of chocolates and knocked on the girl's door. After that day, the little demon would go to the girl's house for food every holiday. For the first time in his life, as a devoted new reader of girls, he had memorized so many human words, but he still didn't understand why stories with happy endings should be called "sugar." Obviously, chocolate and peanut cakes are the ones that count. The girl is a mediocre writer, because of congenital heart disease, is not good at writing she can only choose to do such a job to support themselves. Be scolded by the editor is normal, the girl's father gambling, owe usury, she earn not much, but reluctantly help pay off the debt can also rent a house, away from home, and finally can escape the chase scolded by those debt collectors. But the family has more people to eat recently, the girl had to tighten waist to live. The girl does not know small demon is demon, but knew he is not editor, after all, no editor will be so fan her story, or... So good to her. At first, she thought there were too many holidays in the year, but later, she started counting the days on the calendar. The demon saw the girl's purse shy, once, threw down a bag of gold. The girl was scared, but every way to evade also ao xiaoxie, had to hide it at the bottom of the bed, but never spend a penny. Another Halloween, the girl prepares a bag of candy, opens the door, only to find the man from the collection agency. The bed is opened and the contents of the drawers are thrown everywhere. Finally, the man opens the iron box of gold. Terrified, he takes out his dagger and walks to the helpless girl standing beside his companion. There was a knock on the door and someone came in, smiling and saying, "Trick or treat." The man was stunned. Small demon also leng next. Then the man got the heaviest kick of his life. When the girl left the hospital, it was late at night, she was not badly hurt, only a slap on the face and some cuts on her face. Fast to the door, she saw the demon squatting there, is obviously waiting for her for a long time. "I didn't know this would happen... I thought this money would make you happier... Does it hurt?" The demon stood up and staggered incoherently. He tried to reach out his hand, but carefully retracted it. "I am..." "I don't care." The girl stared at the pupil of small demon seriously, the nose tip point went up the nose tip of small demon. Small demon mind a blank, he perceiving the touch on the lip, inexplicable left only an idea. "No wonder it's called sugar," thought the little demon, his face red. "Peanut crisp, chocolate, nothing like it." "It's fucking sweet."
By Takako Mcgee4 years ago in Fiction
