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Obsessions: we all have them -- some more than others. Be they big or small; somber or ridiculous; harmless or destructive, they are always there: haunting us; stalking us; devouring our souls and consuming us like the quicksand that slowly envelopes the lost traveler in its unpleasant embrace of death. Some obsessions last for only a short...
Obsessions: we all have them -- some more than others. Be they big or small; somber or ridiculous; harmless or destructive, they are always there: haunting us; stalking us; devouring our souls and consuming us like the quicksand that slowly envelopes the lost traveler in its unpleasant embrace of death. Some obsessions last for only a short time. These are the harmless ones. But once the seed of obsession is planted in the roots of an unstable mind, it will bloom into a black, thorny rose of devastation and all the surroundin,g flowers -- hope, happiness and wishes -- will wilt, wither and cease to exist.
An obsession resembles an addiction in many ways: sometimes, the obsession is an addiction; sometimes an addiction is an obsession – and in the rarest of cases, sometimes the obsession is with putting a stop to the addiction before it becomes all-consuming, only for the obsession to consume you instead.
An obsession can take three forms; the form of the thing you fear most; the form of the thing you hate most and the form of the thing you covet most.
Some of us have only one obsession – these are the fortunate ones -- while some of us have more. But though each obsession is its own charm on the deadly bracelet of doom, one thing links them together. Though each obsession is different and unique in their own dark and sinister way, they share one thing in common -- you can't get them out of your head. And what we cannot forget stays with us forever, like a curse, imprinted forever on our broken hearts. Some are light and gentle, while some crush the fragile heart beneath their colossal weight.
The decade is 1830. The place, a small English town by the name of Worthing Heights. The town seems to be every bit the personification of normalcy: the rich families in their fancy manor houses; the poor begging desperately, having not eaten in three days; the middle classes reading their philosophy books while sipping tea in the garden.
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| Started February 2013
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