~Running out of life~

~Running out of life~

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Alles wäre nicht passiert, wenn ich nicht so unaufmerksam gewesen wäre und so hätte sich mein Leben auch nicht um 180 Grad gewendet.... hätte ich nur Ausschnitt: Ein Geräusch war zu hören, dass immer lauter wurde. Dieses Geräusch war nun ganz nah und man konnte schon fast seine eigene Stimme nicht mehr hören. Das letzte was ich hörte war wie Dave schrie „ Ich liebe dich!". Plötzlich riss die Wand ein und wurde in dem Maul eines riesen Tornados verschlungen. Urheberrecht bei mir! Diese Story darf nicht geklaut werden #1- einsam, am 16.02 2020 #1- neues Leben, am 18.02 2020
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Something didn't feel right. I looked around my room slowly; cautiously; taking everything in and trying not to feel too nervous. Perhaps Lure was in my room right now, watching me, silently laughing to himself. I didn't doubt it. I slipped off my bed and walked around, hugging my waist, and tilted my head. I felt my rough ponytail slide against the back of my neck and over my shoulder as I moved. "Lure?" I hissed, "Lure, are you there?" I wandered around a little, for some reason feeling scared. But why? It was only Lure. He wouldn't hurt me, would he? "Okay, Lure. Quit it. I know it's you. Who else would it-" I stopped, startled, when I heard a strange sound that made me cringe. It was like fingernails being dragged across a chalkboard. I whipped around and came face-to-face with my mirror. Immediately, I saw the difference. Various scratches were displayed across the glass, forming words. It looked as if claws had written the words in the mirror. "Deepest apologies, but it was fun." (All credit goes to my sister, who wrote this when she was in the twelfth grade)

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