Just like every other day the alarm clock rings, he throws the clock across the room. He drag his hands across his face and rubbing his eyes. Then inches his way out of the welcoming sheets and blankets. He stumbles down the small fractured stairs of the small house that was along in years. He grabs him bag, phone and sets out to work.
What this boy will face sink my heart like a large stone in the big blue. His fate is not heroic, fantastic. All that this boy will feel is the dull feeling of melancholy and defeat. I've loaded my train of coal so I will have the power to carry this boy as softly as possible through that gates of death.
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KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
Outnumbered
ParanormalAs narrated by death a young man starts to have paranormal things happening to his life and soon later a whole other world is revealed from behind the closed curtains. I will try my best to publish a part a day but I apologise in advance if I do not...
