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Two Lives And A Soul #20 By Ojay Aito

Read all episodes of Two Lives And A Soul There were still a million and one questions I needed answers to, and they hung at the cliff of my lips just waiting for expression. Did the old woman ever get to meet my grandfather again? Did all the time pieces in that box have the power to enable time travel? And if so, did she get to experience it? Even though I was yet to tell her of my single experience, I felt she already knew. There wasn’t so much one could hide from the look on her eyes. She could take my entire future out of my mouth, by just looking into my eyes. Was it some hypnotic ability she possessed, or it was me just being plain vulnerable? The eye is the gateway to the soul. I was sure I had once heard that before. “To everything created,…

Two Lives And A Soul #16 By Ojay Aito

Previous episodes of Two Lives And A Soul I walked straight out of the gallery, suddenly realizing I was choking. The air felt lighter, as the walls seem to be closing in. I knew it was all in my head, but if I remained in there one more minute, I would go dramatic. No, I am not claustrophobic. The weather was cool and airy outside, much to my thankfulness. I was already on my feet to do anything I could to stop the sale of the watch. My mind was racing, and as soon as I came up with some plan, I saw its fallibleness. I was walking on quicksand here. I wished I had some other information about Sally apart from her name. No contact number, no address, nothing. If I didn’t get to her as soon as possible, I would… A light bulb came on my head, and…

Two Lives And A Soul #15 By Ojay Aito

Previous episodes of Two Lives And A Soul The sound of people cheering wasn’t in congruence with my state of mind. Fear, more like terror tore through the fibre of my being. The string I held on to, although it was some sort of lifeline, tossed me to and fro two gnawing endless depths: one blazing with flames, more like a furnace made of hot coals; the other, a pitch black abyss that personified nothingness. I was between the devil and the deep blue sea. I clung on to the string, which was getting hotter by the minutes. It seemed it feed on my fears. Now my skin was beginning to pull off its sinew and glide down the thick rod. I held on because it was better than to be swung into either side. The oohs and the aahs from the crowd made me feel mad, it was like…

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