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Els, Friendly idiot
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Feb 20, 2013 11:22AM

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I'm bad at writing stories. I wrote a story for my younger sib but it was horrible!! Sorry for disappointing you, sib!!
I think they're pretty good
If I had the patience, I'd get better. Ha ha!
If I had the patience, I'd get better. Ha ha!
"My life is nothing more than a lie, fabricated by the stories I’ve been forced to live out.
I can never be myself. I do not know who I am.
Because my whole life has been fabricated by this one truth:
If anyone finds out my identity, I. Will die."
I can never be myself. I do not know who I am.
Because my whole life has been fabricated by this one truth:
If anyone finds out my identity, I. Will die."
"Soon I will be dead. I won’t have to worry about who is chasing me, whether or not my family is safe, if people are my friends or enemies. Because it won’t matter . . . I’ll be dead.
Soon, soon I hope it will come, cloaking me in its darkness. The pain I am enduring is too much, too excruciating. When they come, I hope that they’ll finish me off quickly- they’ll see that I truly do not know anything of consequence.
Soon I hope my deliverance will come."
Soon, soon I hope it will come, cloaking me in its darkness. The pain I am enduring is too much, too excruciating. When they come, I hope that they’ll finish me off quickly- they’ll see that I truly do not know anything of consequence.
Soon I hope my deliverance will come."

Journal of Alisha Grace
Time, people say, is never-ending. No matter what happens to people, plants, animals, or the planet itself, time is the one thing that never changes.
None of us could have fathomed that one day our time would be up. That day is now.
Everyone knows of the story of Armageddon, the battle between the forces of Heaven and the demonic legions of Hell. And we all just figured it was a no-brainer, which side would come out on top. But we were wrong.
Every time I go to the window, I smell only blood, fire, and brimstone.
It happened so quickly that no one had time to react: portals forged from demonic magic opened all over the world, and pouring through them were agents of macabre death, tidal waves of destruction the likes of which we had never seen. The sky filled with beautiful, white-winged creatures full of deadly grace and determined precision, intent upon stopping the demon armies. The final war had been brought to our very doorstep.
Across the planet battles raged. Blood and death spread across the Earth, with both sides suffering heavy losses.
It didn’t take long for us to realize that the tide of war was shifting to darkness. And if the light fell, what hope would humans have?