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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Mystery and Crime  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is a story of a girl named Eleven who was confused that if her Life was a dream or a reality. It is said that if you die or something bad happens in your dreams you tend to wake up. She could not take her life on her own so she decides to murder someone then go to prison and get a death sentence.She was a total psychopath but later something else happens...

Submitted: March 28, 2019

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Submitted: March 28, 2019




Long lived eleven,

Thought her whole life was a dream,

She felt like an emissary,

Work had to be done,

Classes had to be attended,

How could she even think to end it,

But still surviving was necessary,

Worked nine to five,

Shot her boss eleven times,

She felt her life was a lie,

Still happy to know that she was about to die,

But was kept in prison alive,

Eleven years passed by,

Surviving took a hell lot of time,

And the only choice left by ,

Was to end her dream life,

She use to be so scared of knives,

But look at her she slit her wrists eleven times,

Oh! She felt the burden pass by,

Thought her life was about to be nice,

But then she heard a knock on the door,

Even though there wasn’t any door,

Her life was about to be torn,

The footsteps began to get deeper,

Winds started blowing faster,

And suddenly the footsteps stopped,

Her eyes dropped,

She saw two red eyes that were glowing,

Where  black blood was flowing,

She was dazed and asked in amaze,

“Who are you and what have I done”

he replied, “I am the fallen angel from hell and I’m going to take you to the number eleven cell in hell.”


Just a random thought.  “Never die before, you actually die”

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