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posted by 1999jacko
because I like to have lots of stuff on at once heres a prologue of one of my new stories

The prologue
I ran vooruit, voorwaarts into nothing things being erased in the path of the other kids behind me, the world is crumbling before my eyes. MY vrienden that have already died bodies appear on the nothingness in front of me I shove them away from my eyes and jump high over them.Too high I feel the pain shoot up and down my leg searing a hole of pain in my head and then that's all I feel, think and hear..Pain and that's when I know they are right behind me haunting me for all the bad things I've done I just know it,I cry feeling there knives touching my back threatening to rip through my skin as easily as if it was a slice of bread. And laughing almost welcoming the embrace of a painful death but that's when I remember what my vrienden died for... Me they died so I could live. So still feeling the pain of my broken leg I run vooruit, voorwaarts and then turn around to fight. My vision goes red I know nothing can stop me now that that's happened. I go crazy cutting down 8 of the other kids but they seem to just grow back and thhen after 5 minuten of tireless fighting I collapse and then they're blades cut through my skin. They leave me there to die so with my last inch of strength I write something in the mud something that means everything and nothing.
GAME OVER
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Source: Me (via Paint)
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Chapter 2 – Southern Belle Rule #14: Never Drink Alcohol
Jazmyn Langston stood in front of her mirror feeling defeated. Her auburn hair was braided to the side, but there were still loose strands. She wore ripped, faded skinny jeans and a tight fitting Paramore t-shirt that barely fit over her belly button with black combat boots. Nothing in her closet made her look as if she belonged. The afbeeldingen of the beautiful girl across the straat made her grit her teeth and change her outfit for the third time.
The girl across the straat wasn’t the only reason why she thought she didn’t belong in...
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