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Creative Arts and Media => Creative Writing => Topic started by: Aang_Coyote on August 19, 2013, 11:44:34 PM
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After the death of most of my family, I still wake up in the middle of the night screaming, like I'm next. I am the one different in here in the orphanage. Everyone else can just smile like they have a normal life. All I can do is stare like emotionless.... I still can see the face of the person who killed them everywhere. I am descending into depression, and the only person left is the person in the mirror. And even he is slipping away...
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Hmm. Sounds like it has a potential to be a story.