Knocking On Hells Door

Knocking On Hells Door

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Aug 15, 2018
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Fantasy
People say monsters aren't real. But. What if they are. And if so. Are they here to harm or help? I guess we'll find out..... A gunshot. That's all he heard before the girl across from him fell to her knees, coughing up blood that dropped onto the hard concrete that was soon enough to make a puddle. Blood seeped through the girls shirt as she grew pale. Her now dull eyes began to flutter open and closed, trying to stay awake as she was lying on the hard concrete floor. Her now cold and almost lifeless body begged for warmth as she was close to being dead. He ran across to the dead girls body just a few meters away, kneeling down beside her, he began frantically looking for a pulse. Anything. But his luck was on the bad side today as he cradled the cold girls body close to his chest, trying to give her warmth that she no longer has. [I got the cover from that Wattpad cover app] My first story so sorry if it's horrible.
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Before you read the summary, I want you to know that this isn't a story about paranormal beings falling in love, with each other or ordinary people. It is about the horrifying and unusual consequences caused be love. "How?" You may wonder...well I guess you'll just have to read and find out. "There was still something there that rang so familiar inside of him, in a place he had long forgotten about. But as a word hangs from one's lips at precise time it's needed or a person is overcome with an overwhelming sense of déjà vu, he just couldn't figure out where he had seen her before. Before this city. Before the last city. Before the city before that. Maybe even before Hell itself." A man's unusual beginning leaves him empty and without a memory. All he knows is that he doesn't belong here, but there is literally no way in Hell he would ever go back to where he came from. Will he choose to be who he once was? Or risk never regaining any of his memories ever again? I was also wondering if you could give me some feedback on the story! It's my first full story I've ever written and I was wondering what's working, what isn't making sense. If you could help me out I'd be really grateful!

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