Four friends, a creepy set of twins, one night to survive.
This was basically a dream I had. I got trapped in a room with three of my friends. There was this old man and old lady (twins) who apparently were trying to steal our youth, and we had to survive the night because then we would be let out.
At one point, only one of the friends is trying to be heroic and fight them off, and she got cornered so I ran and kicked the old man's head off... Um. Remember this is a dream and a story I will never write.
Except they never die, their bodies just re-form so... yeah.
I don't know if this made sense. Sorry.
Maybe I just can't spawn stories from dreams. Well, the first inspiration I got for Remember the Assassin was a dream.
Anyway... This chapter is done.
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Stories I Will Never Write
De TodoStories I've started/had an idea for, but will never end up writing. Feel free to make these your stories. If you get a million dollars from selling a book that came from one of my ideas, that's amazing! If you do end up writing a book that is exact...
