When the dirt hits your coffin...
Just go to sleep...
I don't wanna die.
So you're gonna have to...
When the dirt hits your coffin...
Just go to sleep...
I don't wanna die.
So you're gonna have to...
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I feel blind, engulfed by darkness and isolation. The only thing I can feel is the cracked concrete ground. My senses are slow, and my movements haphazard. The only sense I can work is smell.
I woke up in a island there was nothing around me I look about there was death above me..
This is real scary I screamed hushed because it was late "strawberries" And started eating my strawberry pj bottoms Scary is it not?.
Terrified, I remembered our break up. I had come home and Was planning to break up with him. I opened the door and there he was - on his knee with a ring. And all our families and friends were there.
That morning when I was eating breakfast I wondered what the shadow was I knew I'd find out soon. That night I got a letter saying do not fear the shadows signed mr mystery.
It was in the 1800 times wen it was a house theat was in vestervik. That's very old that a old man lived I and he's name was Freddy Kruger, he kills a lot of pals in the dreams .
The salty water gently laps at the shore, silently beckoning the tiny grains to follow. As the sun melts down the horizon, birds swoop playfully above.
Is it possible for people to like and comment to tell me if they enjoyed my short stories. I haven't heard negative feedback yet and am still wondering. Thanks..
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