Meet Me At The Swing Set

Meet Me At The Swing Set

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Mental . Crazy . Mad . Confused . Dangerous . Sinister . These are words some would use to describe me . However , I prefer the term sly . Crafty . Smart . Murderer . Monster . Demon , even . Some of my fondest memories are the nights where I hid in a victim's house , where I twisted my favourite knife into their chest . When I sat there as the bright red blood pooled around me . I loved to watch while the last traces of life left them , when their heart stopped beating , their lungs stopped their struggle for air . I am Tristan . Once I escape the hospital , I will be free to come after you . There is no escape . Once you are chosen you will die . I will personally see to it .
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A baby girl is born in the year of 1995. She had a loving childhood and a loving family, what could go wrong? An individual's life is hard and unpredictable, but could it be really bad to the extent of affecting an entire country? How bad is really bad, and how much trauma can a human take before they break? What does a 'broken human' entail? From the ordinary to the outrageous, read on to find out. "She heard gunshots, she heard the guards yelling at her to stop, but she continued running. She ran and ran, probably the fastest she had ever ran in her entire life. She dashed into the room and quickly scanned it for a place to hide. So many...wait, what is this, a morgue? A flurry of footsteps and voices dashed through the doors. She turned around. There was no where to hide. They've seen her. They saw her already. Backing up against the wall, facing them, she prepared for the worst." Cover by dashinvaine

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