Thriller Short Story
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Ongoing<5 mins
Last published Thu, Jun 9, 2016
It was hard to breathe. I couldn't take it much longer. I was bleeding so bad. I was really dizzy. My head was spinning. I was praying, Why God? Why? At that moment, I could breathe. But the only problem is that I was in the hospital and I had no leg. My mom screamed and cried. My dad, on the other hand, was comforting my mom. Also, they were giving each other hugs and kisses! Yuck!
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