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Introduction to CODEX

It was the beginning of an amazing Children’s Day. For the first time ever, ice cream trucks decided to gather in one square in Essex and gift children with whatever flavor they wanted.

“Here, one mint with chocolate chips for you,” the vendor smiled kindly at the child in front of him.

The girl took it with bright eager eyes, to her mother’s enjoyment.

“What do you say, Zoe?” the elder woman asked, placing a warm hand over the girl’s back.

Zoe stared for a bit at the ice cream, watching it melt on a corner. The light push from her mother urged her to look up at the vendor and mumble a faint thank you.

As they walked away from the truck and towards a bench for the girl to eat her dessert, Zoe caught glimpse of another child crying. He wasn’t very far thus Zoe could see it was a boy about her age that had a bowl cut hairstyle. He was dressed in a red t-shirt, yellow pants and no shoes, which drew her attention immediately.

“Mummy, why is that boy crying? Did he lose his mum?”

Zoe’s mother frowned before she looked in the direction Zoe pointed.

“Pumpkin, there’s no one there.” The woman told her daughter, bending to her short size, “Maybe he already found his parents and left.”

But Zoe shook her head and kept pointing at the boy.

“He’s there, I can see him. He’s still crying. Maybe his mummy is around. We should tell the cops.” Young Zoe stated firmly, ice cream melting down her fingers as her attention shifted on something else.

Mrs. Lestrade’s frown deepened as she realized they were still close to the ice cream truck and other parents were watching. It was embarrassing more than anything and Mrs. Lestrade hated attention.

“Zoe, look at me. There is no boy crying. Maybe it’s your imaginary friend, dear.” She tried to alter it so that they could at least walk to a place where no one could see or hear them.

Zoe pouted and turned back to the boy but no one was there, just like her mother said. Even if she was three months away from turning six years old, she was sure that the boy was not an imaginary friend. Zoe had already one and it was a white stallion that could talk not another child.

Since the problem got solved, Zoe followed her mother towards the bench and sat down, a bit disappointed. On the other side, her ice cream was dripping down both sides, some of it falling on her shirt.

“Zoe~ you should be careful not to stain your clothes.”

Her mother sighed and searched her purse for a handkerchief. While the woman was busy wiping Zoe’s hands and shirt, muttering how she had to be more careful, Zoe caught a glimpse of the crying boy once again. She jerked slightly when she saw him sitting on the bench next to her, staring ahead with his hands placed on each side as if he wanted to jump off.

Unlike before, it was a bit strange to stare so closely at the boy. But he didn’t seem to mind and even turned his face to her, shocking her with his white eyes. It happened incredibly fast but the boy cried out so loudly that Zoe threw the ice cream cone at him, watching as it went right through his form and fell on the ground.

“Zoe…” Her mother was startled by the sudden action and glanced around, afraid that someone else saw it too.

Zoe’s ears were ringing with that awful noise, closing her eyes tightly and covering her ears in the hope it will stop or decrease but it didn’t. It amplified to the point she cried out in pain and felt her eyes sting.

“Zoe! Zoe, what's wrong?!”

Zoe could hear her mother yell and felt her mother’s hands around her small back but that was not all. She could hear more than that, voices that did not sound friendly or clear. When Zoe opened her eyes, he saw everything as it was before but somehow it didn’t feel like before.

“Is it going to rain?” she asked innocently, turning to her mother with teary eyes.

“No. Dear, are you alright? Should we go to a hospital? Zoe-“

No, it was not going to rain. The sun was not as bright as she remembered and the sky was not blue anymore; it was a constant grey sight and the ground was covered in a thin layer of mist. One woman turned to Zoe, her long black hair swinging over her shoulder, and she literally zoomed towards the child.

“You can see me,” the woman whispered in astonishment, “You can see all of us,” she added seeing how Zoe’s eyes flickered to other men and women that looked as colourless as the woman in front of her.

“Happy birthday, Zoe!”

On her tenth birthday, Zoe’s house was filled with her friends, family and strangers. Everyone was singing for her, everyone was having a good time, everyone was happy except the birthday girl.

“Little girl, you’re going to help me aren’t you?”

“I really need to find my son. Can you ask your parents to look for him?”

“Can you cut me some cake too?”

Zoe could not even focus on the people that were invited to her party because the ones uninvited were distracting. There was so much noise and so many voices talking at once, most of them asking for favors as if Zoe had nothing else to do.

“I want you to leave me alone,” she mumbled, knowing they could hear her, “Please, leave me alone,” she added, her blue eyes tearing up at the amount of pressure thrown at her.

“Zoe? Zoe, are you feeling alright?”

Her mother’s concern was like the peak of an iceberg and Zoe did not need it at the moment. She was cornered by dead entities and living human beings and they were suffocating her with questions and these worried looks that she really hated. She was ten years old now and could take care of herself up to some point. The room seemed to shrink around her, the air thickened and her heartbeats quickened; she was having a panic attack.

It was horrible and for the first time in her life, Zoe felt like she was going to die. It was intense and overwhelming and she stumbled on her feet, feeling like she was going to fall.

But she didn’t. Someone grabbed her arm and helped her back on her feet before holding her hand tightly. Her heartbeats slowed down, the room became a normal size and the noise was gone. Everything came back to normal and it looked like no one even realized the pain she just went through.

#codex #originalstory #lestrade #graham lestrade #demons #hell #supernatural #paranormal #mehrdir #story #romance #horror #dark humor #young adult #forbidden love

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The Thief of Words

Dunno if you guys know, but this is a story that I am personally very proud of. That’s why I want to share it with the Tumblr community :)

Traveling was never easy, especially on a boat and especially if you were sea sick. The wood smelled like fish and so did the people on it. It was also tiring from a mental point of view because there was nothing to do except read and watch the passing scenery (which was always the same). Taking a peek over the board, the waves were mesmerizing and making her head dizzy.

“Are you going to vomit again?” Another passenger asked as he approached the sick woman.

“I hate boats,” she answered grumpily. “I just want to dock somewhere and have a long nap.”

“Too bad, we are still weeks away from our stop.” He added with pity. She looked like she was about to melt into the ship with the way she was standing all spread out as if she was ready to jump. “Why don’t you learn the language? We’ll need a translator if we want to do good business.”

She glanced at him and then at the scrolls he held. They didn’t seem to be heavy or thick so she agreed. Unfortunately, after genuinely taking a closer look at this new language, she started to doubt herself.

“How’s it going?” The same man approached her a few days later.

“Why do they use signs? Where are the letters? I haven’t used signs since the fall of the last pharaoh,” she moaned as she fell on her back. “This is hard...what is this?”

“Hangul. Come on, I’m sure you can get it. You’re a scholar, aren’t you? Merchants like us need someone smart like you.” He tried to use sweet praises knowing that she enjoyed them.

“Whatever,”

And yet she never gave up. Having known so many languages already, she wasn’t sure she will translate correctly but at least it was better than concentrating on her stomach.

Days and nights she spent learning the little information they had on this new land. She also took out her own journal and wrote down her personal thoughts. This land that they sailed to was in the east. She had been all over the west so she was very curious how the eastern populations lived, what they ate, how they spoke and what type of faith they had. It wasn’t that she was a religious person, because if anything she was just a folk tale. What she did in her life was nobody’s business and everything she promised, she delivered. So now that she had a bit of freedom, she wanted to explore the world.

A month later and she was pretty sure she could speak hangul to a native. When their ship docked, she was given traditional clothing and the men were given some type of hats.

“You look funny, Johan,” she commented from the side as the young merchant glared at her.

“Well, at least it’s good for when it rains.” He mumbled as he tried to put it on properly. “Father, why do we have to do this? We are here in order to show them our culture.”

Johan’s father was an educated man, especially after traveling everywhere in order to do his job. He was a wise man and he was the one to agree to have a stranger come with them.

“For them to understand us, first we have to show that we respect their culture. We are on their land now.” He answered with a smile. His bushy eyebrows and thick moustache made him look like a warm old man but he could be ruthless during trades.

“Are they even going to allow us to meet the king?” Another merchant asked, his age closer to Johan’s father.

“If people will like our trades, they will. I already sent a letter to the king and he will hopefully answer positively. But until then we have to show off our products.”

“Papa Kurm, always one step ahead.”

While they were walking off the ship and onto the land, they could see the difference in culture right away. It was so obvious in everything that it made them feel half giddy and half scared.

“Women here don’t dress like they do at home,” Johan whispered to his father.

“Whatever clothes they wear, they still have to use fabric to make them.” His father replied instead. He glanced at the scholar whose eyes were glistening with curiosity and he slowed down so that he could walk next to her. “Fei, you’re not going to cause trouble right?”

Fei glanced at the old man and for a moment she saw regret in his eyes. It was just for a moment but it was risky to have a total stranger come along during a business trip.

“I’m not.”

The old man watched her for a bit longer before he smiled, realizing that even if something did happen it couldn’t endanger them.

“Fei, wake up, Fei.” Someone was whispering while also shaking her lightly. Seeing how that didn’t work, he tried another method. “OH MY GOD A SOUL ESCAPED!”

“What?!”

Her eyes opened faster than the speed of light and the first thing she did was to turn her laptop on. Nothing seemed to be wrong, so she turned to the one that dared scare her like that with a glare.

The young man smiled at her innocently. He was dressed in a black suit and his hair was parted to one side. He looked like a brand new dealer at a car shop.

“Wow, Minjae. Have you gone to a salon? Why are you all dolled up?” She asked checking out his whole look.

“You should follow my example and change. We need to go to a wedding today, remember?” He asked crossing his arms in front of his chest.

She stood there a bit confused until she realized what he was talking about. Her eyes widened and she hurried into her room.

Two hours later and they were both walking into the building where the ceremony was held. Most guests were already inside so they quickly went to place the money in envelopes and exchange them for their buffet tickets.

“You could have dressed in a brighter outfit.” The handsome man muttered from the side.

“What’s wrong with this dress?”

“Didn’t we agree that if one of us wears black then the other has to wear something light? We both look like we are grieving not congratulating.”

“We are not doing either. We are here to find the vengeful spirit and drag him back to hell.” She said as they approached the registry. “Hello,” she smiled at the innocent human and signed both their names on the envelope.

“Are you guests of the groom or the bride?” He asked staring at the way her eyes glinted in the light.

“Sure.” She answered interpreting the question as she liked.

“The bride,” Answered Minjae seeing how he knew she wanted to get it over with quickly. “We are here for the bride.”

The human nodded and smiled at them before he pointed politely at the door.

“You two are the last to arrive so you will find your seats easily.”

The lights were dim and they had to use their reflexes in order to see the remaining two seats. Unfortunately they were quite close to the front. Once they sat down she couldn’t help but sigh at the person she was seating next to.

“Why hello there auntie,” she said with a fake nice smile.

“You’re late. And why are both of you dressed in black? This isn’t a funeral.” She replied coldly.

“It could be,” Fei mumbled to which she got hit under the table by Minjae.

“Nice to see you’re doing well, auntie.” He interfered in a more gentle way. The auntie rolled her eyes and scoffed at the pair.

Once the ceremony begun, every eye moved on the happy couple. As the music started and they walked up the aisle towards the legal representative (because that was definitely not a priest) Fei turned her attention to the people in the room. Most of them were happy but there was one little prick who was there to bring chaos. Fei wasn’t quite sure which one he was because she only saw a picture of him alive and he probably looked slightly different now.

“To your 4 o’clock. He is standing next to a woman wearing a huge hat.” Minjae informed her since he had the vision of a raven.

She nodded and swiftly walked towards that table with her fork. Once she got relatively near him she dropped her fork.

“Oh, excuse me,” she started as she bent and took it before she stuck it into his thigh. His eyes widened and he looked down at her in shock and anger.

“What are you doing?” He asked through gritted teeth.

“A reaper is just outside waiting for the package. Don’t dare make a fuss, I hate it when I have to use force.” She replied grabbing him by the neck.

“I am not leaving until I get to say what I want.” He hissed and suddenly balloons started to fall from the ceiling.

Everyone looked up in delight but not anymore after they all blew up, some next to the lights.

Fei’s attention was drawn to the balloons and the spirit grabbed something from his pocket. When she turned to him he sprayed something at her face and she couldn’t help but fall on her bottom.

“It stings!” She couldn’t believe how he actually used pepper spray on her.

Minjae inspected the room from his seat but couldn’t locate the spirit. Instead he noticed Fei on the ground rubbing her eyes. Then his eyes widened when he saw a shadow figure crawling in the darkness towards the couple.

“Bora! Lee Bora!” He yelled grabbing the attention. “I-”

Without thinking twice Minjae ran and pushed the spirit on the ground.

“Sorry, he drank too much! Go on!” He came with the easiest excuse there was but they bought it. “You be silent and come willingly.”

“Or else what? You’ll kill me?” he mumbled grumpily. The spirit got angry and pushed Minjae off him, making him land on a table.

People got up and the spirit succeeded in grabbing the bride and pulling her towards him.

“You wench, this is what I receive for being a loyal husband for so many years?!” He asked aggressively holding her arm.

“I didn’t do anything, let me go!” She screamed not at all surprised that her former husband, who was very much dead, was there.

“You crazy woman how dare you! I gave you years of my life just so that you could live longer!” He continued screaming. “If I go to hell, you come too.” He hissed, his whole expression growing more like a ghostly apparition.

The poor groom was confused but he grabbed his wife’s other arm and pulled her towards him.

“Let go of her!”

The spirit exceeded his breaking point. He was full of hate and that heightened his powers. He only growled lowly and every glass on the tables broke in tiny pieces. The guests were already scared enough so most of them decided to just hurry outside.

With so many people running out, Fei was caught in the whole fiasco. The crowd led her towards the door, more or less stumbling from side to side since she couldn’t see anything.

She was trying to feel what was happening around her but nobody was bothered to help her. A man or a woman ran past her and pushed her enough to make her fall on her face but somebody caught her right in time.

“Are you alright?”

“No. I have pepper spray in my eyes and it stings like hell. Does it even look like I am alright?” She was already annoyed so the question only came as fuel to the fire.

The man, because she grabbed him by the chest for support and noticed he did not have breasts, didn’t say anything but he didn’t let go either.

“What can I do to help then?” He finally asked.

“Help me get near the wall, please.”

It was so strange because he really kept her safe among that crowd and once she felt the cold stone wall he still kept a firm grip on her.

“Is there someone to call?”

“No.” She answered feeling the itch to open her eyes but not being able to. “Thank you. I can manage now.”

She didn’t look like she could even find the bathroom in her state. The man watched her with worry and was ready to wrap one hand around her so that he could guide her to a place where she could take a seat. However, a strong person caught his hand and pushed him away, lightly enough to appear polite.

“Thank you for the aid but I’ll take it from now.”

“Minjae? That asshole had the guts to use pepper spray on me!” She hissed completely aware that the man who helped her might still be there.

Minjae was a tall man who in that moment looked rather dependable and authoritarian so the helper decided he could leave. His friends were waiting for him anyway so with a curt nod, he left.

“What happened?” She asked after a short pause.

“I got him but auntie is angry. She has to wipe a lot of memories because of us and apparently this incident will be added on your record.”

“What record? I am their slave anyway. Besides, what type of deity decides to marry after having had a jealous husband before? Pff,” she scoffed at the whole situation. “How do my eyes look?” She asked able to barely open one eye.

Minjae’s eyes widened when he saw that her whole orb disappeared.

“Come on, let’s go to the hospital.” Minjae whispered.

#fiction #kim minjae #lee dohyun #original #romance #fantasy #mythology #humor #korean #supernatural #nymph

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Read my book!! Link at the bottom!🤓🤓🤓 Victor Abbot is a talented architect, often with ideas that seem impossible at a first sight. He is seen by his friends as a superficial, mellow individual, who doesn't seem to know what he truly wants from life. But Victor has always been on a one-man journey towards perfection. His mother's bedtime stories about characters from Greek mythology seem to be leading him through life. After being in a car accident he wakes up to find out that he has been asleep for more than a year and was rescued by the owner of The Moonflower Hotel. Victor is offered everything that is best, he is met with pomposity and he gets to meet the mesmerizing staff and guests of the hotel. It is almost too good to be true. Read The Moonflower Hotel for free: https://www.inkitt.com/stories/fantasy/35309?utm_source=shared_ios #bookstagram #fantasy #themoonflowerhotel #books #ghostsofthepast #art #mythology #haunted #ghosts #horror #hotel #original #beauty #perfection #death #forest #appearances (at Bucharest, Romania) https://www.instagram.com/p/CDhVWxGBteRrjb-9d8vpbEUzNLiJ5hjZLQgFwo0/?igshid=pegxk62414fq

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‘In the script, I remember, it was a short paragraph that said something like “Some neighbouring diners are disgruntled by the activity, Pine settles their nerves with charm. Roper notices and smiles admiringly.” 

I don’t know if John Le Carré had read that paragraph in the screenplay… So he took direction, which was that this whole scene in front of him was appalling and disturbing. And, when I approached the table to say: “I’m terribly sorry about all the commotion, is there anything I can do?” ’

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You're a wizard Harry! Multumesc @deepdrop_tattoo 😍🥰 #dauinobsesie #nextisdobby #mordedrag #deathlyhallows #primulsinuultimul #harrypotter https://www.instagram.com/p/B01CgvYhnpWRnMKP4gAt1d2s7p2kFvfBzbV1_40/?igshid=zmxb60d9zfje

#dauinobsesie #nextisdobby #mordedrag #deathlyhallows #primulsinuultimul #harrypotter

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24 de ore dar s-au simtit ca 48 😂 #girlstrip #weekendmood #traveling #theweatherwashotashell #changedmyclothes #summer #medievalfestival (at Sighisoara, Romania) https://www.instagram.com/p/B0fX2U4I5uTnwdQ6sSSbtVNL1ng7CcDl0ruUcY0/?igshid=1cyicknc2v40n

#girlstrip #weekendmood #traveling #theweatherwashotashell #changedmyclothes #summer #medievalfestival

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Just finished watching this. It was really funny and I sympathized with William from the get go as a struggling writer...quite fresh next to all these dramatic new releases and also @aneurin.b should get a lot more recognition for his talent #recommendationforfriends #beingawriterisanonstopstruggle #Imadearhymetherelol #nicecast #movies #gotmethinking #forrainydays #comedies (at Bucharest, Romania) https://www.instagram.com/p/BwIEHvQj7qACZJ51_Qp4dydqtj4SHXavd2-Mjc0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=a15nrj992yfx

#recommendationforfriends #beingawriterisanonstopstruggle #imadearhymetherelol #nicecast #movies #gotmethinking #forrainydays #comedies

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Linişte şi pace...şi vârcolaci 🤩😊 #werewolfgame #girlsoutandabout #searchingforpeace https://www.instagram.com/p/BvhgL5Ljpjys59RmdM5fVWw7Pbfd9wgqMutQ_I0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=130gy0su15rv5

#werewolfgame #girlsoutandabout #searchingforpeace

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Do you ever just think of really cool dialogue/writing in your head and everything’s perfectly phrased and so on and then you go write it down and it sounds like shit when you read it

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Little Legolas does not seem to like Big Legolas...nor the ring 😂 #watchinglotr #lordoftherings #thefellowshipofthering #keepithiddenkeepitsafe #ilovethesemovies #havingfunbymyself #legolas #tolkienftw #ignorethebadquality https://www.instagram.com/p/BsOcJgFDXUMInyJwKxm1CyR6j07tjlxSNFcpqU0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1we4ox2ivzczb

#watchinglotr #lordoftherings #thefellowshipofthering #keepithiddenkeepitsafe #ilovethesemovies #havingfunbymyself #legolas #tolkienftw #ignorethebadquality

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#fantasy #horror #stephen king-ish #the moonflower hotel #original story #enchanting #plot twist

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Merry Christmas! Have a magical holiday everyone! 🎁🎄 #christmastime #gifts #holidays #familytime #friendstime #secretsanta #lovelovelove #letsbebetteratleastnow (at Bucharest, Romania) https://www.instagram.com/p/Brz5ZidjQiQF2lF2lFGR1XzOoDjypvoe9W3sjk0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=19nda3ux1rvb5

#christmastime #gifts #holidays #familytime #friendstime #secretsanta #lovelovelove #letsbebetteratleastnow

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My precious no. 3 😍😍😍 #watch #differentbracelet #loyalclientlol #golden #preciousgift #christmastime #earlychristmasgift (at Bucharest, Romania) https://www.instagram.com/p/BrvG_m9Dy5t4YvhCELHZItPDxCtpbLV12XPZlI0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=mlzgs847yqtf

#watch #differentbracelet #loyalclientlol #golden #preciousgift #christmastime #earlychristmasgift

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"This hotel has everything for everyone; not many children come because it's seen as a place to escape the tumultuous family or business life. Overall, it is a place to escape reality." Evan added a few minutes later before gulping down his second cup of coffee. "Women and men come here for affairs sometimes. Granted to the location on a hill, it doesn't draw attention. The domain is large and most of the time people pass without seeing it."

“It attracts you slowly with the biggest temptations. There’s nothing this hotel can’t get for you and the comfort is high quality. You return once, twice and at some point, you find it difficult to leave. In no time, you find yourself engulfed in its magic.”

#book #mystery #online #for free #ghosts #past #italy #drama

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I am a free man- and I need my freedom. I need to be alone. I need to ponder my shame and my despair in seclusion; I need the sunshine and the paving stones of the streets without companions, without conversation, face to face with myself, with only the music of my heart for company.

Giovanni Papini, Un uomo finito

#giovannipapini #I love this author #you should all read his books #especially the devil #books #literature