All Chapters of SPELL AND KILL (ENGLISH): Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

Synecdoche's POV.Our hearts beat only with their permission. But at least, we have never known a world without them.I did not know that our nation was divided separately and alphabetically from A to Z—not until I read a dictionary, stopped on its page 143, saw an English word, and went outside to see if we have it."A single rice grain is equivalent to death because we are forbidden to eat even half of it, even if we are the ones who cultivate and harvest it. That's why, I don't want you to go out, Synecdoche. Soldiers—the Manjies, will attack you," Padre Oriel said, lighting up the candle near the altar.He's the one who fostered me since before. I want to thank him a million times for saving my life—several times as how often I recite, recall and reflect on those letters and definitions of the words in the dictionary; how often I look outside those windows."Can I be in a state of fear without being afraid of them?" I asked hi

"Are you okay, Expert?" A girl asked as we all walked towards the quadrangle because the Embassy was already here. What was the problem with this woman? Why does she call me an expert? I know it's weird that someone is having a conversation with me. I'm not prepared. I might be in a hot seat because of this age transition. I mean, my body was rejuvenated because of that synth-and-metal machine, but my memories were still here. Constant. I can still remember Padre, and the books and the dictionary, and how the Embassy takes a domineering control. "My name is not expert. My name is Synecdoche Rochet," I muttered. Suddenly, some birds started to sit on both sides of her shoulders like she was the owner. The hums of the birds sound like they are not afraid of the branch when it breaks.She talked to the birds before she faced and complimented me, "Oh, what a nice name, Exp—I mean Synecdoche. Well, just look up, that's my name. Nice to meet you. Jus

Ulap is here!I don’t know what went through her mind and She came here. How did She find our house? I didn't tell her our house and actually, her entrance was quite horiffic. Her hair was a kind of rain slickened and bedraggled. I thought she was a ghost or a thief or a murderer. I do not know? She just enters without notice."What are you doing here?" I asked but she suddenly grabbed me by the shoulder. She was carrying a hat and handkerchief. She gripped it quite tightly and the water in his hand was dripping on my skin."Synecdoche, help me. These are Mama's handkerchief and Papa's hat. Help me, pleas! My parents are missing!" She suddenly cried and hugged me tightly. I can feel her sadness. It's too late before I could insist, my clothes are already dampened.Someone feels sad more than I feel tonight. It is despairing; devoid of hope. I am not the only one who's battling with my own life, as if an exclamation mark of my life has become a dot t