Memories Left Beneath Ground Level...{COD}
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  • Reads 1,059
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  • Parts 7
  • Time 50m
Complete, First published Dec 07, 2023
Sometimes, things don't work out how you plan. Feelings get hurt, people die, you get trapped. Ghost and Soap, only a few feet apart, yet it still feels lifetimes away. Being stuck together gives you time, not only to think, but to talk. Watch as these two stay strong a dire situation, even if things seem hopeless. Maybe there was a sliver of hope, somewhere where the air seemed almost still. Maybe there was something that could allow them to ignore the tension between them, but it becoming increasingly obvious.

"Johnny.. You've be searching your cell for a few days now, I don't think there's anything there" Ghost says. Soap rest his hands on his sides, letting out a tried breath. "At least I'm trying to get us out of here" Soap mentions. Ghost lifts his head, looking at him through his bars.

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Don't Forget Me In The Morning

19 parts Complete Mature

When I was little, I was never healthy for a full day. When I would go to school, I would carry around an oxygen tank so that I could breathe properly. There was once where I had come close to death. At that time, my mother and father promised me that they wouldn't ever leave me. That is, until someone came in an murdered them while I was at school. When I was dropped off from the bus stop, I automatically knew something was wrong because my mother would always wait for me. When she wasn't there, I began to get worried. 'Had she forgotten?' Was the first thing I thought as I walked up the stairs and into my house. 'Mama? Papa?' I questioned walking into their room. As I made the first step in, I heard squishing under my feet as if the carpet was wet.