here are just some short stories composing of the things written by the hulCAWmanian's dark side. you'll mostly find plots that seem to have a similarity to other chapters of the story. Some stories involves items that maybe classified as an anomal...
Something really weird happened today, when I removed my polo shirt just to take a nice hot shower and possibly clean off any possibly remaining blood or dirt on my body, I came back to find that my polo shirt had turned back into the black color. The only thing is that the bloodied stains on the collar were gone and it was as if I was looking at a brand new black polo shirt. The same way I saw it upon buying it back at the mall...
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Here's the really weird part, when I started wearing it again, it immediately turned back into a white polo shirt with a red collared neckline. I don't exactly know what it means, but there must be something about this polo shirt that just changes color. I believe that it had something to do with my supposed "death" which brought me back to life, and maybe if I were to somehow get killed wearing this white version. I do kinda believe that maybe the collar turned red because it absorbed all my blood...
I wouldn't kill myself just to find out though, but I'm probably the luckiest girl to have survived something that should have killed me in the first place. I don't know what to do about my girlfriend after she killed me last night, but I can never look at her the same way again even though she had apologized to me since this morning.
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I once again buttoned my shirt to a high collared style, since white is known to repel heat compared to the color black, which attracts heat to begin with. I may unbutton a few later, so I may as well enjoy a small walk outside just to clear my head for now. If I do start feeling warm and a little sweaty, then I would start unbuttoning some just to let air onto my chest. I may leave about three buttons unbuttoned like the usual...
No matter how much I try to clear my head, I still can't get that image of my gruesome death out of my head though. I watched as she stabbed her blade right into my chest and dragged it down to the lining of my cleavage. I watched as a huge red vertical lining formed on my chest and my cleavage followed by blood gushing out profusely. I saw myself struggling to write the last entries to my journal before succumbing to blood loss. All that happened last night, captured by the video camera of the very person I called my girlfriend, who intentionally or unintentionally killed me that night...
