The Life of Sophia Ysabel

Illustrated by Sophia Ysabel name : Sophia Ysabel Pangilinan Danganan age : 11 years-old birthday : July 29 2013 likes : writing about random things, reading, books, listening to music (on headphones), deep thoughts, sweaters, organising, organised environments, bookshops, (weirdly) horror, TV shows to binge, shopping, singing, warm showers on a cold day, karate, sleeping, actually funny things that are funny for absolutely no reason in particular dislikes: EVERY SINGLE THING THAT RELATES TO BOREDOM SOMEHOW, waiting, change, school (just a tiny speck), stress and anxiety, being cold, being woken up, depressing things, getting your hopes up then something/one ruins it, tomatoes!!!!!! (do I even need to explain why?...), capsicum, cold food What do you want to be when you grow up? Well,  there's three things I wanna be. One of them is being an author, since I love writing random stuff about... anything I guess. The last two are either an artist or a psychologist, or both! An artist b...

Previously on "Strangely Accurate" Occurrence Illustrated by Sophia Ysabel Time-Making Control Doing time-making control can gradually affect someone's life. It could also change and control within your grasp. Having control over someone's future can be in many different forms. A book, a scroll - like the one you're reading right now -, etc. But the someone who touches any form of time-making will cause the controller to gain control over the someone's whole life and their decisions. A way to reverse this effect is for the controller to hold the form of time-making and chant the words "tempus faciens imperium abstinuit".    You feel tears forming in your eyes as you read the first bits of the scroll. There was no way this was true. You realise that maybe Julia was testing out if this would work. This makes you cry even more. Mum and Dad notices and rushes over to you.  "What happened?" He said quietly.  "I was just an experiment. WE we...

Previously on "Strangely Accurate" Occurence... "Pray tell, who did you say your name was again?" The question would've have made sense, except you didn't say your name to her before. But what's wrong with saying your name anyway. It would cause no harm at all, right? "It's-"  "Laura. Of course."  How the pancakes did she know her name. This was as equally terrifying as the book. Then, deep inside you, something screams "SHE'S A RED FLAG DON'T TRUST HER" in your mind. Maybe it was true. This time, you must trust your gut, not your brain. "What's your name?" Trying not to sound as terrified as possible. "My name is Julia Murde." Huh. You'd never heard that name before. "The name was... I guess interesting?" You think to yourself. "Well, I'll be on my way, Ms. Murde."  "Please. Call me Julia." You nod and walk away staring at the cover of the book. And t...