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The Autumn's Last Season [COMPLETED]

The Autumn's Last Season [COMPLETED]

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Nathaniel was born on a cool autumn morning, the kind where the air feels crisp and the leaves crunch underfoot. For twelve years, his life was quiet and uneventful, the kind of childhood most people would call normal. He lived in a small town surrounded by forests and hills, where the days were predictable, and the nights were calm. His family-just him, his mom, his sister, and his dad-seemed ordinary too. But looking back, Nathaniel would wonder: was it ever really normal, or was everyone just pretending? Everything changed on his twelfth birthday. It wasn't dramatic at first. There were no thunderclaps or sudden revelations. Just a creeping sense that something was... off. It started small. Odd moments when his mother, once warm and attentive, seemed distracted, even nervous. His father, on the other hand, stayed the same-steady and reliable, maybe because he didn't notice what was happening, or maybe because he didn't want to. By the time Nathaniel was in his late teens, he was a quiet, sharp-minded young man with big dreams and a gift for language. He could learn dialects in days, win over anyone with his words, and read between the lines better than most people realized. But underneath his calm exterior, there was always a tension. His mom had grown stranger over the years, slipping into long silences or disappearing into the attic for hours at a time. There were rumors too-about her past, about things people had seen but wouldn't talk about. Nathaniel tried not to think about it, but the questions were always there, lurking. This is the story of how Nathaniel went from a boy with a quiet life to a man caught in something far bigger than himself. A journey of hidden truths, impossible choices, and the realization that sometimes, pretending everything is normal is easier than facing what's real. But in the end, Nathaniel knew he couldn't live in denial forever. Sooner or later, he'd have to decide: run from the truth or face it head-on. Nov. 17 - Dec. 17
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It was a dark cold night-the night where the birds lay dead on the cold ground, listening in to the deceased whispers. This is the night where blood was once spilled. Jeremy hid behind a tree, holding on his thigh-his thigh was bleeding as he got stabbed. Jeremy looked at his wound, cursing under his breath. Jeremy looked around to see if anyone was nearby, there wasn't anyone nearby but he could hear the screaming of his pals. He could do nothing but to weep, he got out of his hiding spot and went deeper into the woods. He was wincing in pain as he dragged his injured leg. It was dark, too dark to the point even the moonlight couldn't provide light. Jeremy tripped over a tree root, he winced in pain, squeezing his injured thigh in pain. He soon heard a twig being snapped close to him. He pulled himself together, getting back on his feet. Dragging his leg once more. This time he raised the pace, panicking as he knew that he was being followed. He soon came across an abandoned truck that was in a small field. He smiled in relief, getting inside of the truck. He heard movement from his right, seeing a silhouette of a being that was coming closer to him. He panicked, climbing to the other seat to close the door. Once the door was closed, he locked the doors-backing away after. The door handle was being pulled aggressively but soon stopped. He took off his jacket and wrapped it around his thigh, he winced in pain as he made it tight. He looked around the truck, trying not to move too much. He eventually found a pen and a piece of paper. He started writing on it as a way to let anyone who came to the amusement park to leave immediately. first chapter of "The Drafted Reality and Dreams" has been rewritten! it's a bit shorter and has the same details just like the first chapter originally did. ⚠️ !This novel includes drugs, murder/murderers, cussing, suicide! ⚠️ [Draft] - No Proofreading or editing.

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