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PLEASE READ AND CHANGE A LIFEKrista, your art work has improved so much since I first saw one of your drawings a few years ago. I have seen how passionate you are about art, drawing, coloring, inventing new character... I can see it in your eyes, in the way you talk about your stories as if they were your best friends, in the way you have to add that little detail even though the teacher has already threatened you with taking away the sketchbook... it's always bee there. I can tell when you're thinking about your drawings or stories because your eyes light up and your smile gets wider. I am a fan of your artwork. I love that the details are consistent and the colors are bold (even though hey don't show up much online... I've seen them in real life.? I love that you love your artwork. It shows in all of your pictures. have you noticed how much more proportional and detailed your pictures are now compared to a few years ago? have you seen the difference in a short story you wrote 8 months ago compared to 8 days aMore Like This
Why me? Chapter 2I really wish I hadn't been seen. I also don't know how I didn't notice him before. Surely, "he" would have noticed the guy. Hopefully, I got away before he could see my face. The two of us really don't look that different. There are now two ways that I can handle this. I could either have "him" kill the boy, or just kidnap him. Being normal now, I'm going with kidnapping. I know it sounds harsh, but it's better than killing him. I really have been going out of control lately. I know that a lot of "them" have been showing up, but sometimes, "he" shows up for no reason. I just have way too many things going on my mind. I did however get a good look at him. I actually live near him. So at least I know where he is. There is something else that I could do. I could bump into him one day, and if he knows about me, then I'll kidnap him. Sounds good.More Like This
Why me? Chapter 1My life sucks. I actually have fun, and go on an adventure everyday. It's actually those adventures that make my life suck. Almost all of them end up nearly getting me killed. Now some of you are probably confused, and/or interested. If so, then listen up. It all started a couple of years ago. I was just shopping at night, minding my own business. I was walking down an alley, when I start to hear a grumbling noise. It started out small, so I thought it was my stomach growling. I hadn't had dinner yet. Then it started to get louder. And louder. Each time it got louder, I went faster. Pretty soon, I was running as fast as I could. That's when it appeared. It was like a pitch black blob, that was at least 8 feet tall, with spikes covering its entire body. I quickly made a U-turn and started running away again. I then hid behind a corner. Out of nowhere, I heard it speak. "I can sense your fear.", it said. "There's no point in escaping the inevitable." I heard it's footsteps getting louderMore Like This
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