I know something you all know, but are too scared to face. You are going to die. I can manage such deadly thoughts because I know how death works. Death takes hold from the second you take your first breath and it ever so slowly creeps over you as you age. And then, when it gets bored of creeping, I causes pain and suffering. And then it will creep again. And when It decides that you are no longer fun to cause pain to, it kills you. Death takes away your heartbeat, steals your last breath, and draws from you the last of your warmth. And as you lay lifeless and dead, I stare down at you and wipe away from my mouth the life blood that death left behind, and I smile. I smile because I know I cannot die. And with that knowledge I turn away and watch as Death creeps over another defenseless soul.
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Short StoryJust little tidbits because I'm lazy. I come up with some ideas that could turn into cool books (or even movies :P) but I'm too lazy to put forth all that effort. So, here are a collection of little stories I started and never finished. If you want...
