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Zepp
By: Anggin Kenari OngoingMystery/Thriller
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As a man who has just been released from prison a few months ago, Zepp is considered by some people around him to be a scary and mysterious figure, since his father was also imprisoned before him and both of their reasons to be in jailed was intriguing. Some good sides that only a few people who know him telling different views. This story emerges fear and intriguing vibes about who he really is, and what has happened in his past that affects his present and the people he knows for long ...
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Zepp Prang! Prang!
The rancid troublemakers started to arrive. Middle-aged teenagers laughing and shouting happily between their groups. There was no voice controlling. It made people disturbed by the noisy talk ." My grandmother also used to scowl when we laughed me and my siblings or if my friends came for a study group or just hanging out.""What she did ?""She brought a sprinkling of oil and banged the kitchen stuff loudly prang prang! then we understood she didn't like us to laugh and talk loudly ""Indeed when people talk loudly usually the contents of talk are also not of good quality....haha ..""Can you identify school children with imaginary friends and followed up six years later as they were completing high school. ? ls it possible that there were follow-up story as they displayed preference for better peers.?"" Look at a few opinions ..man and woman.. for the case "" She suggested that imaginary friends may were remaining benefitable even for adults ."" He has determined if having a
Zepp The Undergrowth
Dear Sir,flowers popping up from the gaps in the undergrowth . The wind sweeps through the forest . He still maintains that strange smile even though he has changed the subject .Now he talks about people who speaks grandiose and unnatural because he is not from the same world as him. In the dim night he goes out with the half moon...while the silent sea in the twilight of life which is almost invisible starts to play..One hears his own voice in a long empty echo far away maybe partially thrown from his nightmare. when the sky is covered in mist of the northern hemisphere where those flying swallows unite in the gray purple of the night when it's finished ..saving the story and invites him to sleep immediately before chasing the empty shadow of a mumbling sorrow story." Ah , good morning dear"He picked up some small stones and threw them one by one into the muddy pool. There were lots of dry twigs and leaves falling onto its surface. He stood close beside her and joined in to wa
Zepp Riddle
He saw the dew fell on the wet grass. It looked cold and fresh un haphazardly . But when the sun started to go down its yellow light gave a fire of joy. He saw it. then he invite Nerida to sit on a park bench and talk about something that brightens up their mood."Look..here .. riddle for kid .see if you can give a correct answer " said Zepp whilst she started sipping her morning coffee." Try me " ." I have a little sister They call her Peep PeepsShe wades in the water Deep deep deepShe climbs over mountainHigh high high My poor little sisterHas but one eye .." She tried hard to think ..and tried some answers but all fail .Zepp blinked his one eye ." Give up ? " She nodded and laughed freely when he said "it's A star " ." We haven't thought about it .. ahhaaaha...it is funny..yeah yeah ..it's a star ..what a riddle! Now your turn .This is a piece of one cheerful lyrics.Queation is ,who is the songster ..ok ?"" Got it .I will know "."Ahhh..don't be so sure ! Ok., listen
Zepp The Revolver
Since she came into his life she maybe one of the best thing that ever had to him.She came by with an unknown story.Only a piece of knowing that she was at her hardest time in her life .His father told him to save her for whatever price would be.Some spirit told him that killing people is weird.First ,you are happy when you planned it .You are happier when you did it .But after that you feel nothing.Then the worst thing is , feeling guilty.What is the most horrific way to kill ? Smoky guns....then ones lying there after staggering and Stammering..? Or blade of ..don't finish it.Nothing would provoke him after feeling sinful .It's a zenith point out limits .There was nothing important anymore.She was such a lovely wounded butterfly with her small beautiful wings .She smiled but she cried inside.She was left unloved .She was crying like a sad angel .Then she took care of him while he was dying .He was bleeding on the head .That clot of blood was thick and sticky .Then she brought
Zepp The Eagle's Eyes
Paces of tiptoeing aches... Then he was so drowsy then briefly fell asleep..in the middle of such horrible pain he woke up..but unable to get up.Thousands of hot needles went through each of his cells ,turning ,turning to tear all of his tissues skin and bones ..pain ambushed him all over from head to toes...awkwardly he laid ..alone...before the following people in the neighborhood broke his door as they heard a long horrible scream..They found him lying bloodless ,pale and bluish mouth in the position of trying to reach out the painkiller at the third drawer...Page of life was almost finished..was it ?He lean in exhaustion and waited for the next ..Hoped that his unseen spirit came to protect him the way it used to be when she was alive..a human who will always love him even if he gave the worst ,always defended him no matter what wrong deed he done ..but surely it was only an empty expectation now. .he now was alone in a strange place he never knew ..no,no....it felt like h
Zepp Interloper
Zepp folded his arms on his chest.Tigthening his scarf and touched the window and moved it to be more space revealed outside.The dull color of the walls in the old house slightly brighten by some rays of the sun .He looked at the chair and desk against the wall where the note pads stacked and someone who once or twice sat there .The blue cushion placed squarely beneath the desk .And the vase which now vacuous and once was filled with little shrubs ..it's dried now and some parts of it fell on the floor and blown by the wind and he let it that way .. When he looked out the window again he gasped and instinctively he saw all the things ever happen there around the huge garden.For a moment he turned his attention elsewhere.In the distance he saw a small open space where she once sat on the grassy ground with the shrubs and insect in her hands,smiled and showed him all that with exuberance in her face under the mild afternoon sunray.Time flies as the old dried lentils and leafy shru
Zepp Despondent
They said he was a complicated person.He did not know if it's praise or degradation.Everything with complications will invite both .It said that in the past the highbrows were alone in expressing a feeling of superiority whilst the lowbrows humbly accepted the position assigned to them.Now the lowbrows adopt the attitude.He did not know was being complicated relevant to the highbrow and lowbrows matters . One thing was ,life of highbrow was fuller than the lowbrows.Well ,he was fed up with those stuff. The past haunts .ln a room where all the things conveyed the past ,old letters somewhere in a box,some postcards with good wishes and dreams of soul that yearn for ebullience of compassion and loyalty.The still picture hang there on the wall .The silent past hummed around the room . A Yellowish papers laid there..a handwriting of himself."It's mouldy .Stay inside much with and old father who mostly sick and weak .I don't know either if l'am better spending more time with people l
Zepp Necropolis
In the cemetery on one dark night there was a talk .Only crescent in the back sky and a small torch giving a bit light .It seemed only answers flew in the air but the questions were totally unheard ." Yes A..Are you alright"."I am in the grave"."Three years ago,my dear so so "" Alone and cold .Colder than the cold" ."Yah ..just cold .And desolate "." I feel nothing.But cold and lonely "." Somewhere in Santa Fe "." Anglican church "." My ex still come to visit my grave and she may think about the burial . She was crying all day long .With my daughters. I don't know why they cry. " Religion.No .l just believe a bit that God is peace.lt doesn't matter which god .Tao ..sang hyang widhi ..any religion creed of God's name or whatever.. whatever,so so "" Iam none . Nothing l can do to mend my life .I now nomore living in the crazy world.All the things pissed me off.Females are predators except you .I think l never been happy but surely there were good times anyway . I know you wa
