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im fishys
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im fishys

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LIFE OF DEATH

After we walked for about 2 hours we came to a park that didn’t have much to it but a few swings and slides. We sat on a bench that was pretty old it seemed like. There was a lot of carvings in the wood. But there was this one that stood out, it read “bring me my son.” I remember Amber saying that the Kimberly kid had that burned into her skin.

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18-Oct-2016 01:23:30

YunWuxin

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My eyes were closed as my body was encompassed by the thin, sticky thread that shot out from the giant spider.... My fate was sealed. I didn't have the strength to break free... I'm sorry, Jarena...
Stop calling me Jake, my name is clearly Lolita.

18-Oct-2016 01:39:25

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you've got to help me! she moaned weakly as the last of her air filled her lungs, he knew he would never be able to dig his love up in time, finally the walkie went quiet , deafeningly silent DEVLE
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18-Oct-2016 01:59:24

Hazel862

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I moved into this house a while ago, after the war, when my innards were still twisted with the horrors of Hell.
The house was two stories. Shadows clung to the walls and the skeletons of small animals littered the floors. I cleaned, bought a dog. It gradually got used to the scent of damnation.
The dog wouldn’t go upstairs: something there. We lived in terror of treading on its toes. We slept huddled together, listened to it pace back and forth. After months of this I’d had enough. The dog went to a neighbor. I ascended the stairs.
On the landing the door stood open, the rooms inky black. The house seemed to be crying. Now and then I would catch a whimper, floating on the still air.
She was ahead, in the den. Stained molars, barred in a grin. She ate the hearts, I recalled, sucked blood from the meaty, still-pumping flesh. Me.
I turned and ran: a terrible scream and she crawled after me, four legs on wood. I flew down the stairs. A clammy hand yanked me back, and I was dragged into the abyss, screaming for mercy.
I should have stayed in Hell.

18-Oct-2016 02:33:40

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