Hey. Yeah so instead of the Author introducing me, I will be introducing myself. And before I do let's get one thing straight my name is Samuel Wells. Not Sam,not Sammy and not Sam the Man. Although I do like how the last one sounds. Anyway that's besides the point. Samuel . Okay?
Alright. Now that we've got that settled , if you haven't been following along I also have no pulse. Author I'm going to keep going correct me if I'm wrong. Okay? I think you know yourself, or at least you should, pretty well but okay.
I don't know exactly how I ended up in this warehouse, but what I do know is that I am a long way from home. The last thing I remember is feeding my pet goldfish, Goldie. Yes , I know Goldie is not a very creative name but I couldn't think of anything so spare me the insults. I know what you're thinking. 'What is a strong muscular guy like me doing with a goldfish?' That's a good ass question. Author?! Hey that was all you. Leave me out of this.
Okay. From what I've gathered I can still get cold and * stomach growls* um I can still get hungry too. I also can't remember anything besides my name and feeding Goldie. So it seems as if we will be figuring stuff out. Together. Yay, what fun it will be.
So until then I'll catch you on the flip side and don't go wandering into any warehouses.
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Willful Existence: A Cold Beginning
Teen FictionSamuel has awoken in a dusty warehouse. He feels perfectly fine. No scratches or bruises. But there are just three things he can't understand; why is he there in the first place and why does he have no pulse? And most importantly, why did he have a...
