Suddenly the fish turns to face me, holding two revolvers, one in each fin. Just as the fish pulled the trigger, the cow disappears into thin air, fading into the breeze. The bullets hit me on in the leg and the other in the neck, but I barely felt a thing. I thrived on the feelings these drugs gave me knowing this wouldn't be the last time I took them.
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Automatic writing #1
ParanormalA story that has no purpose to be existing has been made by me and my class mates in three minute we had to write as much as we can then fold it so only the two bottom lines were shown then was passed three people ( if you find this story offensive...
