Thiel Monologue
"Dedicated to those who have survived a tormenting and haunting past."
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Haunting flashbacks
There he was in the midst of the hushed night, sluggishly and slowly creeping down the dim and shady corridor.
The only light source derived from the balcony at the end of the corridor.
The floorboards creaked as his feet touched and softly pressed against them. Reaching aimlessly for the walls, Thiel tiptoed moderately and faintly across, cautions and vigilant not to make the slightest noise imaginable.
Nevertheless, even if he was light on his feet, and was a swan that gracefully swam over the lake, his mother could hear him as clearly as the sound of a gun shot.
Her ears would twitch and her motherly-intuition and sensitivity would kick in; someone was out of bed. …show more content…
He didn't want that to give him away easily.
A couple of months ago, Thiel found out something very unusual and peculiar about himself.
Every child is gifted with a talent, some common and others strange, unique or weird. But Thiel's wasn't just ordinary-peculiar, it was frightening-peculiar.
Fire is very dangerous, lethal and deadly. More so, even more gruesome descriptions could be given to it.
Children maybe engrossed and inquisitive of how the scorching flames ignite and stand fiercely. But what if a child could control it, or generate it. Thiel had this unusual gift that developed a month ago.
Luckily, he managed to get to the stairs. He slowly turned and glared back at the pitched-black corridor, making sure no one was there. Thiel blinked his eyes again supposing his vision would be clear; surprisingly it did.
He felt for the rail of the stairs. Step by step he took, with his fingers enfolded firmly on the cool rail.
Again, he stared into the lounge assuming his dad would be there. Instead there was no one. "The coast was clear," he
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Haunting flashbacks
There he was in the midst of the hushed night, sluggishly and slowly creeping down the dim and shady corridor.
The only light source derived from the balcony at the end of the corridor.
The floorboards creaked as his feet touched and softly pressed against them. Reaching aimlessly for the walls, Thiel tiptoed moderately and faintly across, cautions and vigilant not to make the slightest noise imaginable.
Nevertheless, even if he was light on his feet, and was a swan that gracefully swam over the lake, his mother could hear him as clearly as the sound of a gun shot.
Her ears would twitch and her motherly-intuition and sensitivity would kick in; someone was out of bed. …show more content…
He didn't want that to give him away easily.
A couple of months ago, Thiel found out something very unusual and peculiar about himself.
Every child is gifted with a talent, some common and others strange, unique or weird. But Thiel's wasn't just ordinary-peculiar, it was frightening-peculiar.
Fire is very dangerous, lethal and deadly. More so, even more gruesome descriptions could be given to it.
Children maybe engrossed and inquisitive of how the scorching flames ignite and stand fiercely. But what if a child could control it, or generate it. Thiel had this unusual gift that developed a month ago.
Luckily, he managed to get to the stairs. He slowly turned and glared back at the pitched-black corridor, making sure no one was there. Thiel blinked his eyes again supposing his vision would be clear; surprisingly it did.
He felt for the rail of the stairs. Step by step he took, with his fingers enfolded firmly on the cool rail.
Again, he stared into the lounge assuming his dad would be there. Instead there was no one. "The coast was clear," he