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1. The hand It's a fall Saturday morning in 1944, the leaves blowing harshly slapping against my face. You may as well call me a freak for that's what everyone else thinks .
Chapter 4 ::: We couldn't get close enough to the street to start an investigation. We needed a plan. "I got it!" I shouted, making my head hurt once again. "Tell me," Kendal eagerly asked.
Chapter 2 (part 6) "Aren't you going to get ready for work?" My mom asked and glanced at the clock. It was eight forty-five. Wait, I thought today was Saturday.
PART ONE- Darkness flooded through the curtains which hung open over the window at the far side of the room.
Part 7: *Silas POV* I ran through the hallways finding somewhere no one could see. My back beginning to crack and twist louder then usual.
Part 3: "Hey Silas!" "Sorry, can't talk!" was the conversation I would have with others as I walk past people saying hi. I needed to get to Kenny, this was important. I was able to heal myself.
I guess you could call it empathy, perhaps it's a pact with Hell. An extra sensory sympathy, for dead men have stories to tell. Some kind of divination, from a primal place in my mind.
Ok, so this is the start of my story, you may have seen the prologue, if not take a look at it first. Please tell me what you think.
12/02/2012 - Willow Nothing to do and nothing more to complete. The exam started exactly 2 minutes and 13 seconds ago.