I Like to Write Stories
1. I turned my back to the door. The bullet pierced my heart.
2. I thought it was a dream. Turns out I was a ghost, looking over my dead body.
3. I ran across the street. Too bad I was slower than the car.
4. Darkness loomed overhead. I soon joined the darkness as the knife plunge into my chest.
5. I tried to run the blade. Turns out no one can outrun death.
2. I thought it was a dream. Turns out I was a ghost, looking over my dead body.
3. I ran across the street. Too bad I was slower than the car.
4. Darkness loomed overhead. I soon joined the darkness as the knife plunge into my chest.
5. I tried to run the blade. Turns out no one can outrun death.
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