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Scent Of A Corpse.

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November 15th, Monday. It was a typical autumn night outside Rue Montorgueil, a serene Parisian street. Ellen Steward, a twenty-four-year-old woman, stepped out of her demanding office job into the calm streets. Her slender figure, akin to a majestic rose stem, was accentuated by her midnight-black hair.  Despite the challenges of her job, Ellen leads a balanced, healthy life surrounded by love. Originally from England, she moved to Paris with her girlfriend, Natalie Christine, an aspiring stage actress. Ellen's personality is marked by a quiet strength, emotional sensitivity, and a tendency towards self-isolation after a mysterious tragedy that befell her when she was no older than seven. Living in a foreign country has been a struggle for her, as she finds it difficult to fully embrace life when sharing it with another. However, Ellen's emotional vulnerability, a result of her past, is a constant companion. She is determined to adapt and grow with the support of her dear frie...

Lament Of A Corpse.

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" I want that thing out of my body!!!" This desperate plea echoes in the mind of a troubled soul. Amidst the frozen wastelands of Northern Ireland, the protagonist stands as a figure of defiance. His unwavering determination, a beacon of hope amid the desolation, is a tangible force as he seeks anyone or anything to free him from the torment that consumes his every moment. The struggle to keep his footing, the mud that clings to his feet, and the weight of his existence crush his spirit, but he remains steadfast, refusing to succumb. As the days slip away into the eternal hunger of time, this pathetic shape of life drags his corpse within the strong winter storm - brutal, heavy, with a merciless rain pouring down upon him, testing his strength and will to live on God's sacred Earth. Occasionally, a self-mind vehicle would be charged by the stranger, crashing a large amount of burning, cold, icy water upon him, sending him to his knees. Rapidly, the dirty water eats away a...