Prologue
I stared down into it, down into the black well - the well in which the only color that appeared against the black was the reflection of some light against the water. I stared at it, never taking my eyes off it – I wanted to know what was down there, down in the gloomy water. Until I saw the thing I wanted to see, yet what I dreaded most. I screamed as it pulled me down the well…
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Death Is Equivalent To Love
RomanceTwenty-three year old Abigaill Dakohlyn (Dah-koh-lin) lives by herself in a old rickety apartment, along with a few neighbors. Every night a terrible haunting dream that she has been having for over ten years startles her awake, causing her to get v...
