See here all of my story ideas in one book! No guarantees that any will become Wattpad stories, but this is just me tossing ideas out there into the endless void of the internet. Comment or vote for one's you want to become real stories, and just co...
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After life Where could you go? A desolate place? Green rolling hills With a sweet smelling breeze? I know someone Who could tell you.
Caspia Pale is dead. Yep, dead. She died about a year ago, at the ripe age of 16, on a boating trip in the Pacific. But the reason you're reading this is because you want to know what happens when you die. According to S-
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Okay, this is Caspia. Yup, this is dead girl talking. So, when I died I went to a place. Rolling green hills, minty-lavender scented breeze, the whole shebang, but one catch. There was a bordering place. It was sad. Dark red hills, copper smelling breeze, the whole place reeked of danger. But you couldn't cross unless it was high noon and you had someone to let you in. But I was an idiot. I wasn't content with the norm, don't let anyone in or out. I was the girl who messed up everything.
