Seven Days

Seven Days

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Jazzy, a widow, wishes to find her spark back but how could she do that? Her work stresses her out and her life is a mess (not really a mess). And with her remaining seven days, could she find it back and find the thing that would help her or will she give up and earn regrets? But maybe it isn't just seven days of living, maybe it will be... forever. (Author's Note: This story is like a diary for Jazzy, so it may feel like a simple story to you, but trust me, this is the real story.) All characters, events, and experiences are purely fictional, this is not related to the author itself as well. Any real-life resemblance is purely coincidental. Thank you!
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WARNING: Sensitive content and strong language ahead. 1st chapter excerpt Well, fuck. I royally screwed up this time. Just like my grandma said I would. I can imagine her snickering and whispering "I told you so" underneath her ugly moustache. Hell, not whispering. Shouting it from the rooftops if she could climb there. The hag. Shit! Grandma, you were right. I ended up fucking up my life. I can only hope it was just mine and I didn't fuck up someone's else too. Fuck! I can't feel anything. I can't see, speak, or move, either. I think...No, I'm sure. I think I'm sure. Yep, I really fucked up this time. Ha! I bet these are the last seven minutes we all get, between life and death. My whole life should be flashing trough my eyes right...about...now... You can start now, Life! Clock's ticking. C'mon Harper, focus on your early memory and the rest will surely come...Let's get this over with. ... Hmm! Interesting... I guess I didn't have a life worthy of a moment like this. Yeah, it's probably for the best. Then I guess I can go now. There's no need for these seven minutes, Death. Take me... ... ...

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