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Complete, First published Sep 30, 2022
TW: death, murder, suicide

So I was bored and I figured I might as well publish this lol. I wrote this about a year ago to practice my creative writing.  It's supposed to be from the perspective of my (nameless) main character, who wrote this log of his day so far all the way up to 9:00....

The story includes death and other dark topics, so keep that in mind before you read.

If you read this, I hope you enjoy :)
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The Other Side

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I actually did this story about over a month ago, I had just accidentally deleted it, so......yeah. Don't judge please! But, needless to day I am doing the story again so please read, if you like cool, if not, cool. I just love writing. So this story is based off of the villain's perspective. Here we go. No-one has ever loved me. Not one, except my mother, but she is dead now. Because of one word. Humans. They think they know everything, always trying to better the world when they are actually destroying it. Yet they blame me for everything, everything. Not one of them is different. They're all the same. I should know, since they are always out to get me almost every single day. But why do they blame me? I don't know, it's just in a mortal's nature to point the finger at someone else. It's stupid though. They know nothing of my story. Nothing of the Other Side.