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Taxi Cab

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Every thing you thought was real, everything you knew. This is all a game, and the single lucky player is you. Your friends and family may me mentioned, but that's only if they care. And if you dare break the rules, game over, you loose no one thing left to share. Now the game is simple but comes at great risk. This is a mind game that might make you tick. After all these years you've lived in the safety of your home and now it's time to venture out but something has gone wrong. You are now the one that's stuck with no known way out, succeed and you get your life, fail and you get drowned. I won't tell you why I've put you here, I couldn't answer that if I wanted, But now you will be haunted until you choose to come down. If perhaps one you know has the ablitlity to see, then he or she is lucky but talking to them is the key.  Ghostly whisper is all you'll get and maybe something to write with, it all depend on how strong you are and how much you'll play the game. Good luck to you and all who care for you'll need it, not one has won this game. I'll be within a yell if you decide to change your mind and loose your precious name.All Rights Reserved

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My Quiet Heart Could Breathe:Before the silence by Zakieya_A

He came to this town with nothing but a name and the echo of people he can't bring back. Grief doesn't knock-it settles in. And when it did, it left him quiet. Numb. Watching the world go on like nothing cracked beneath his skin. Then came Tyler. Loud, chaotic, bright. The kind of person who doesn't ask permission to exist. The kind of person you'd follow without knowing why. He made things feel like maybe they could be okay. But this isn't the kind of story you think it is. It isn't about falling in love. It's about hiding it. About swallowing every word that might give you away. It's about watching someone save your life without knowing they're doing it. About pretending you're not breaking when you are. This is not a love story. It's the story of silence. Of surviving. Of what it costs to bury who you are, even from the person you need most. It's a confession written in the margins of pain. Read closely. Some truths are only heard when everything else goes quiet.

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