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Life Is Going Swell

Life Is Going Swell

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I felt the burn starting to erupt in my throat. I felt the terrible sting of tears welling up in my eyes. I felt the rough concrete scratching at my bare legs. I hurt, it all hurt, nothing felt good. All of it felt bad. Hi! I'm Cassidy, age 16, height 5'2, and favorite color is purple. I've been living a good life until I was 10, that's when I met a new neighbor, he was cute and nice...at first. After that it all went down hill over the years. (Disclaimer: pictures, not mine. Only the plot and characters belong to me.) (Btw: trigger warning, idk where, but it's in there.)
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This is my first attempt at writing a longer story. Here are few things about this novelette: - A novelette stands between a short story and a novella (7, 500- 17,500 words). - This story is not edited, so expect mistakes. - The story has explicit and mature contents. - As part of my "trademark," the story deals with love and loss. Expect drama! - The story is written in a nonlinear way. - I almost forgot; this is a lesbian story. If in any way you find it disgusting, you're free to bounce, yo! (In Jesse Pinkman's voice) - This is fiction. Question me and I will put you in here just to kill you, Game of Thrones style. Lol - © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. Let's just support each other. Peace out! How does one make music using broken strings? Discover the powers and dangers of love in this mixture of clichés, realities, and fiction about love, loss, pain, depression, and survival. I have lived in a dark cage. I have torn every page. I have not known light; I think I lost my flight. Please come and rescue me; Whoever hears me! Help liberate this heart And show me love they call art.

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