Remy's Journey Back
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Last published Sun, Apr 24, 2016
"Now, Remington. We've gone over this," Mrs. Pinky said exasperatedly. "Emmalyn is dead, and you can't bring her back."
Remington, now going by 'Remy', shook his head and rubbed violently at his face. He had been sat on her couch countless times, and she had helped him greatly. The horrific nightmares of blood, bone and Emmalyn's cold, dead face didn't haunt him as often. He could go out now with his friends, for Christ's sake. 'It's been three years,' Remy muses aggravated let. 'Why can't I just move on?'
Little short story I wrote for class.
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