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Thursday, April 14, 2011
50 words story
I wake up. No one else was at my house. It is 10 A.M. It was dark in my house. I hear a noise in my basement. I walk slowly down the stair. I hear the noise louder and louder. BOOM, BOOM, BOOM. All I could see was a shadow.
That is scary. But I love yours because I can take this little moment in time and create a whole story out of it. It is funny how it is 10AM though, not PM, it makes it different.
That is scary. But I love yours because I can take this little moment in time and create a whole story out of it. It is funny how it is 10AM though, not PM, it makes it different.
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