Sensible Deaths

Sensible Deaths

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Fiction
Horror
Jeremy Howell inherits a large manor when his great great uncle Growle drops dead. Little does he know, however, is that this house has secrets. Secrets that need to be protected. Marley Guinevere has just discovered that no one can see her. Or hear her. Or even smell her. She has never been social, but this is a bit excessive even for her. A toy maker accidentally created life - but now, his doll has become an assassin for hire to satisfy his growing thirst for blood. Will it be enough? (Currently, only part one is out, but I am working on the next right now. Each new part won't necessarily continue the part before it. There will be multiple stories being told at once, and if you would prefer one over the other, then feel free to comment and tell me. I will take that into consideration. Also, feel free to give constructive suggestions and reviews. I want to try and improve my writing as much as possible.)
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It was a dark cold night-the night where the birds lay dead on the cold ground, listening in to the deceased whispers. This is the night where blood was once spilled. Jeremy hid behind a tree, holding on his thigh-his thigh was bleeding as he got stabbed. Jeremy looked at his wound, cursing under his breath. Jeremy looked around to see if anyone was nearby, there wasn't anyone nearby but he could hear the screaming of his pals. He could do nothing but to weep, he got out of his hiding spot and went deeper into the woods. He was wincing in pain as he dragged his injured leg. It was dark, too dark to the point even the moonlight couldn't provide light. Jeremy tripped over a tree root, he winced in pain, squeezing his injured thigh in pain. He soon heard a twig being snapped close to him. He pulled himself together, getting back on his feet. Dragging his leg once more. This time he raised the pace, panicking as he knew that he was being followed. He soon came across an abandoned truck that was in a small field. He smiled in relief, getting inside of the truck. He heard movement from his right, seeing a silhouette of a being that was coming closer to him. He panicked, climbing to the other seat to close the door. Once the door was closed, he locked the doors-backing away after. The door handle was being pulled aggressively but soon stopped. He took off his jacket and wrapped it around his thigh, he winced in pain as he made it tight. He looked around the truck, trying not to move too much. He eventually found a pen and a piece of paper. He started writing on it as a way to let anyone who came to the amusement park to leave immediately. first chapter of "The Drafted Reality and Dreams" has been rewritten! it's a bit shorter and has the same details just like the first chapter originally did. ⚠️ !This novel includes drugs, murder/murderers, cussing, suicide! ⚠️ [Draft] - No Proofreading or editing.

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