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Fictional Stories I Wrote
Fate is Not a Good Thing
Chapter 1 My New After Life My eyes opened. There was a ceiling with one bright, white, light bulb. I looked around me, as I lie in this old bed. A blank white blanket covered my body and the dark brown bed frame was the only thing in this room that looked in good condition. The bookshelves were dusty and cracked. The wooden table had scratch marks. It looked like somebody was slicing it with a knife, but I also saw some claw marks. It looked they belonged to a cat, and some
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