This is Interstellarlove

I don’t know why but I know the stories I wrote are not mine, am I right? I’ve been waiting for a long time just to see you again. Are you a writer? You probably know I stopped writing for a long time. I quickly wrote this to remember what I did when I was in your body. I woke up as usual but it seems you’re somewhere else now. I couldn’t tell if you’re still in France because the people spoke in English fluently. Perhaps, you must be back in America? Strange enough, I still can’t recall the names of the places but I can tell from the scenery. News friends, new faces, new places and a new experience. I forgot how to jump and for a brief moment, we actually saw each other in there did we? Are you always in a one-piece dress? You look much more beautiful now. I know my dreams are not dreams but your life. I thought you were a ghost and have been reminding myself so. I wrote my name on your table last night. It seems you wrote yours as well. I guess it wasn’t just a dream. I keep cha

PART ONE Years after I long visited this place I call my hometown, a small town in the district of Tuaran where time almost stood still but thanks to the youths of this generation, technology managed to slips its reins in society. Why now? I rarely even talked about it during my stay in the great city of Kuala Lumpur. Is it because I know nothing about it? I’ve see the changes, the people, the places, the events that take place, and the events that could have taken place. After my high school life was over, I told my parents that I wanted to go back to my hometown before I move on with my life. Partially, I wanted to meet my old friends and rekindle long lost love interest but deep down it was just that I wanted a peace of mind. I packed whatever I could carry in a single bag and off I went to the airport accompanied by my younger brother. I was hoping for something to happen. Something interesting. I closed my eyes after I found my seat and enjoyed myself to memories of old

Personal Experience Story: Hunting Akin Sawat and Rukilou, natives in the land below the winds, went to the jungle to hunt for wild animals. They took their normal path, with Rukilou leading the way, “Keep up please.” They had planned earlier on to go hunting for snakes in general but it was a cold day even for snakes to come out from their shelter. As they enter the thick jungle with nothing but the clothes on their body and handmade spears with the tip made of sharpened stone. Rukilou looked at her friend who was slow in his pace. Neither one of them would talk to each other for the rest of the journey. Although they were still in their teens, both were season hunters. The tracks were wet due to the rain earlier, it made things harder for them to track an animal. Even a rabbit at this point will be a complicated task. Akin suggested a little breather before moving deeper into the jungle, “Aren’t you tired princess?” Akin placed his spear on the ground. “Unlike you, I act