Liveing Stories

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We ran, we lost, we live with cannibels

All kind of pomes dark sad happy

Ok, so my names Rachel, I'm fifteen and a living and breathing storm. One hundred days. It's been one hundred days since the storm. Since the accident. Since a storm was born. And storms don't die.

You are stuck in a home with an abusive father. So what happens when a serial killer...becaomes your hero and last hope.

what starts off to be a robotic Fri...end ends up being the begging of something heartbreaking.

a serial killer get sent to prison he has to get out and try and survive but he different hes been in prison for 4 years and was surppsed to have life but a virus got out of a lab and people where starting to get ill and then they died but they dident stay dead and started to bite people they went to hospital and turned and it spreaded out of the hospital so the serial killer background was bad he got beat by his dad alot and he found a gun and shot him in head and he did that to people he hated his name was called Wolf Evans

.just poems and such. My personal poem outlet for your enjoyment