It was a normal day, I was running around playing with my friends, Evee, Katie, and Danielle. I remember them all, like a pleasant dream. First there was Danielle Bismark, the oldest of us. She had bright pink hair with golden eyes, and was always wearing a fancy dress of some sort. She always thought of herself as a proper lady and seemed to be perfect. she loved to give us life lessons and morals. She was like a mom to us. Then there was Evee Willows, with her ankle long purple hair and orange eyes. she was innocent enough and was certainly was the creepiest. she was always interested in bugs and snakes and dressing up as a ghost or vampire and jumping out to scare us. there was also Katie Andrew, the youngest of them all. She had gingery orange hair and light brown eyes. She was normal enough, but I always felt as if though she was hiding something. she always had a bruise or two on her, and couldn't come up with a good excuse as to why she had them. Finally there was me, a seemingly normal little boy, scruffy brown hair with boring brown eyes, a few scrapes here and there. It was at Katies house that it happened.
(Don't know if I should continue or not, it's not my best but it's something to keep me busy)
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There Isn't Always A Happy Ending
Short StoryYou know, its not so bad being dead. sure I have the taste of hot oil and blood in my mouth but anything is better than suffering with that sociopathic maniac. My name is Oliver Rening, this is my story.
