Stories From The Past

Stories From The Past

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Enter the foreign place of dirty secrets, where no one has the guts to admit the truth. Where zombies rule, bad girls exist, and Alpha's don't reject. Where we confuse you with our minds, and short stories. Enter the place where stories will make you gasp, stories will make you cry, and stories will make you have a warm smile. Mountains will crumble, birds will fly, and leaves will dance to the music in the air. Smoke will pass between your two lips, but nothing will happen. Fire will make marks across the skin, but you won't burn. Water will pull you along with its force, but you won't drown. You're our puppet, and we're the masters here. You will be drawn in, like a moth to a flame. Nothing else will matter, except your craving for the constant flow of words. This is @heihei77, and I just drew you in.
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Walking into an empty house is normal to me. I guess I got tired of saying 'I'm home' when nobody is home to reply. It wasn't always like this. I remember when our family was close. Now we don't see each other any more. We don't talk to each other. We don't eat with each other. We don't ACKNOWLEDGE each other. This all happened after my 'Mother' killed herself. My father blames me. This is my story about how I learned to not count on anyone else but myself. I'm broken. I'm used. No one can fix me. But when the New Boy in town tries to fix me, everything will change. Good change or Bad change, I don't know. Only time will tell. I want to enter this story in the #Wattys2015 please help me out and vote and comment on my story. I'll really appreciate it!!! #Wattys2015 COPYRIGHTED © 2014 BY Anallely ALL RIGHTS RESERVED ®

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