This is a story of how I died
This is the story of how I died.
There I was, writing a story in my room alone. My back kind of aches from the long sitting but I was almost finished. The night was quiet and dark with only the light of the moon stood to make it dim. I was writing a story about a mother which is based on a true story. Tragic but heart warming in its peculiar way. Since, it's almost finished, I went to take a short break to the bathroom and get a drink afterwards.
The cats were out of the caged and I snorted. Sooner after that my nose begun to itch and eyes felt tearing. I sneezed. Again, and again, and again. I grabbed a tissue yet I sneezed one final time.
The night was quiet but to only acompanied by the sound of the fan my room. I cracked my fingers to finish up the story and head to bed. I typed so fast, and pressed Ctrl, Shift then T. Nothing were restored, life flashing back before my eyes, tearing, heart dropping, mind swirling, I remember the time I should have wrote it somewhere else before. 'Tis now, it is too little to late.
"come in come in! enjoy yourself in this magical bookstore kids!" the old man greets his two customers kindly.
The bookstore would probably be empty if it wasn't the old man's polite words. it is full with old stuff but mostly for...
(the content that you are about to read might be disturbing. but if you realize, the red riding hood tale was more shockingly terrible for kids)
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