...but that was all taken away, and my Princess Anastasia was now gone.
Even now, after over a hundred years, maybe even two hundred, I still mourn the loss. She was more than a princess; she was my heart. She was one of the only people that was not afraid of me. Instead she would run up to me and hug me as if I was family to her. Maybe I was.
"Dude, did you not hear my totally awesome plan to end communism in North Korea?"
Ah, yes! I completely forgot that I am at a world conference, and I have been ignoring another one of Alfred's
But soon it was getting a bit scary. You found notes in your pockets, in your bag and among things you didn't like when strangers touched. Worst thing was that you never remembered anyone getting close or touching you, you had no idea how the notes appeared. It was annoying you but it wasn't that horrible, since your things never disappeared, nobody stole anything from you.
However, you were terrified when the a note appeared in your house. Whoever entered your house, you had no idea how they could get inside, none of your windows were open or broken and the door was locked. You were scared and confused and you cr