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~Chapter 5 Red and I were ready to leave. He knew nothing of my past except for what he had described earlier. A mystery, he called me.
Hi. Alright. Obviously, nobody's really reading The Merciless Death of Jordan Virginia Masters. I'm not entirely sure if I'm gonna discontinue it, or finish it.
~Chapter 4 Red lives in a f*cking closet. "What do you think?" he asked. "The last time I've owned a real home was several years ago." I tried not to let my snickers be audible.
~Chapter 3 Off we went. I followed at Red's heels as he gingerly opened the old cell door. It creaked open for the second time in quite a while.
Six feet beneath the soil My family of four lay Oh, what fun would normally birth If they were alive that day Clouds release their tears Streaking my damp face Does heaven feel my pain Alone in this...
There are poems about that feeling of happiness That feeling of sadness That feeling of seclusion What about that feeling of 'whoops'. That feeling of self-loathing. That feeling of confusion.
~Chapter 2 Knock, knock, knock. The rapping on my sturdy door echoes through the room. It has been about four hours since Ray left. I got up from my cot. I advanced reluctantly towards to the door.
~Chapter 1 (Did you read the premise yet?) "And I tell y'all," Hosmer went on, "She was the biggest one you'd ever seen.
~Premise I am perched atop a window sill. I hug my fragile knees to my hollow body. The glass pane before me is smudged and dirty. I could see only out through it.
Hello. My name is Quentin. Pleased to make your acquaintance. *Bow, Awkward Curtsy, etc.* I'm new to this Opuss stuffinisms, so I'm not entirely sure just what I'll be posting.