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The wonderful and the horrid

Short story By: xXloriettaXx


Submitted:Apr 22, 2010    Reads: 63    Comments: 3    Likes: 0   

On a dark stormy evening, I was attacked by a horrid beast.

As I lay, on the stone cold ground, a pool of blood was formed beside me. You walked away into the darkness within the tower. With my last breathe, I saw you being suddenly dragged away by the horrid beast. You scream and strugged to get away as I did, you didn't help me, so karma? The beast was within you. You found me hidden, at the top of the tower, you could sense my fear. I felt my heart stop, everything went black and then my life flashed before my eyes. Next, I kew it I awoke, I wasn't dead or hurt. How could this be? I was saved, by an "angel", his hair blowing in the wind. I looked up at him, wondering where he had came from. "Heaven silly" he said. But I haven't said a word. "When people, who never did anything and are in harm, harm may come to the person causing it" He said smirking. He flew out of the tower, and I was left alone.


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