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Lorsque la mort intervient et que le présent et le futur s'entremêlent, une bande d'adolescents va essayer de tout faire pour ne pas mourir ou pire, céder a la folie.All Rights Reserved

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"There are chords in the hearts of the most reckless which cannot be touched without emotion, even by the utterly lost, to whom life and death are equally jests, there are matters of which no jest can be made." - Edgar Allan Poe, The Masque of the Red Death. Forty eight hours they say. Don't worry about it they say. Liars. It's been days since that virus started spreading. Days since I've been locked down with my best friend and her school kids. We're stuck in here. Only two options. Finding the cure...or wait for our death. [Jake Riley/OC] [Disclaimer: I do not own Containment, only Amelia Artemisia]

Wrote this during the pandemic during my Aaron Hotchner craze.

Shelly had a somewhat normal life growing up. She had friends, the occasional fake ones, good grades that didn't go lower than a D nor higher than a C, and a mediocre loving family. Everything changes when a flu-like illness erupts in the middle of her junior year. A moving truck, a boy named Tanner, and a fence. Three things that counteract what the illness has done to her life. Only thing is, she doesn't know if she can fancy her thoughts about him. With a fence that's between them and imagination at first, she talks to the mystery boy Tanner and finds herself not being the only one who's losing it in the midst of the illness. *Short story* *Dual viewpoint* |Start date: 8/27/2020| |End Date: 9/18/2020| 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 © 2020, 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐞 Small Achievemens: #1 Teenfriends 8/30/2020 #12 easyreads 9/2/2020 #10 easyreads 9/4/2020 1k reads 10/1/2021

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|| A True Story || - My Tower Hill @Home Time Capsule Sometimes bad things happen in our world, but it is inevitable. Everything happens for a reason. It is simply a balance of the dichotomy: good and bad. That is how our lives work; most of the time, no one has a choice. We have to learn how to cope and deal with it. However, bad things always makes us stronger because we learn something after it is all over. Plus, we will not make the same mistake again. We like to believe that we are in control as humans, but no one has real control, ever. However, we do have hope that provides us with a life of purpose and direction. It is what shapes our humanity as a whole. This true story will be filled with my experiences, advice, and thank you's, relating to Tower Hill @Home and everyday life during COVID-19. I have to say; this will be the most honest, true story I will ever write. Remember that "we are all in this together!" Stay safe and keep smiling :) - Hannah

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"There are chords in the hearts of the most reckless which cannot be touched without emotion, even by the utterly lost, to whom life and death are equally jests, there are matters of which no jest can be made." - Edgar Allan Poe, The Masque of the Red Death. Forty eight hours they say. Don't worry about it they say. Liars. It's been days since that virus started spreading. Days since I've been locked down with my best friend and her school kids. We're stuck in here. Only two options. Finding the cure...or wait for our death. [Jake Riley/OC] [Disclaimer: I do not own Containment, only Amelia Artemisia]

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