home from hell

home from hell

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new story ~ started 03|19|2021 "brynn?" he whispered under his last and final breath. brynn was only 17 when she died. under all circumstances, she'd do anything to get another chance to live her life. with brynn's passing happening so suddenly, no conclusions have been decided as to what really happened to her, and how she died. some people say she had a heart attack, when some others believe she overdosed. some believe she never died. and that she's out there, somewhere. question is, where did brynn go? after being dead for nearly 2 years, brynn is approached by this old, wrinkly-looking man. he didn't have a record on the list of humans in this after-life. this man, who looks like he could be around 100 years old in a hostpital, reaches for her hand. "who even are you?" brynn snaps, placing her hand on her desk, where he couldn't reach it. "do you want a chance at life again?"
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