Alexis Blaze

Alexis Blaze

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To the people here I am just another elderly man at the nursing home. I try to tell the nurses my story, and why I cry at the color red. When I mumble about what happened one day at the races, the nurses repeatedly tell me none of it was real. They tell me the crash never happened, I was never there and I only saw it on the news. They tell me the E.L. Sterling Racing Circuit was shutdown years ago, and they continually tell me Alexis Blaze, my best friend who died at nineteen, is all part of my imagination, but I know she really exists. *** "That is such a good story. It made me cry. I love it" - @bookgirlsmiles "Oh My god Beautiful story" - @SIAASANX "beautiful... that touched me" - @tinkerfairywithlove
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WORK IN PROGRESS‼️ ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── There was no noise; I was at peace, and ironically, the stone-cold pavement never seemed warmer as my blood oozed out of me and around me like a painted canvas. I was slowly losing consciousness, but my mind never seemed happier now that I was dying. The white walls with big bright lights did not resemble heaven; in fact, it was quite the opposite. I thought I had died. When I came to, I found myself in this strange place, disoriented and confused. I looked around and found another five pairs of eyes looking at me with the same emotion swirling in their gaze. Now, 15 years later, I train with these girls. Our makers take care of us, feed us, and make sure we are clean, healthy, and fit. Some of us never had that; that's probably why it took so long for us to realize we were being used. The dirty work they made us do, none of us questioned it. How could we when we were taken off the streets? For a chance at normalcy, we settled for anything, even if that meant blurring the lines of right and wrong. After a mission gone haywire, we started noticing, and now we strike back to take our voices and reclaim the power that was used on us as a way to control us. After all, they are the ones who trained us; we are just returning our long-overdue favour. ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Rankings : Featured in Mystery-thriller #5 in Mystery-thriller on 7/12/24

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