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Have you ever wondered what happens when you die? Where you go? How itβs decided? Well no one has ever really found out. Talking to death might just be how itβs done, or at least how James Hostler sees it. When he is hospitalized after an accident he finds himself in a ring of light being questioned from beyond the darkness by a woman with raven black hair.
Stan Duncan, a young professional criminal, and an orphan. Stan was spending the days of his life, with the gang, living on robbery. One day, his friend Andrew gets in jail, so Stan saw them there. Andrew gave the key of his house to Stan, but the gang canβt help herself from kicking Stan and get the house. They drag him to the dumpster where he meets a hobo, who changes his life. As he was talking to the hobo he said, βI made this crimes when I was young, because I needed parental love.β What
My ears were buzzing and the room grew denser. Tears clouded my eyes as a lump built in my throat. I was dizzy and high. Her memory was too painful to bear. I donβt want to remember, yet Iβm too afraid to forget. God, I miss her. The tears streaked my face as I thought of how she would react to seeing me right now.
Have you ever wondered what happens when you die? Where you go? How itβs decided? Well no one has ever really found out. Talking to death might just be how itβs done, or at least how James Hostler sees it. When he is hospitalized after an accident he finds himself in a ring of light being questioned from beyond the darkness by a woman with raven black hair.
Stan Duncan, a young professional criminal, and an orphan. Stan was spending the days of his life, with the gang, living on robbery. One day, his friend Andrew gets in jail, so Stan saw them there. Andrew gave the key of his house to Stan, but the gang canβt help herself from kicking Stan and get the house. They drag him to the dumpster where he meets a hobo, who changes his life. As he was talking to the hobo he said, βI made this crimes when I was young, because I needed parental love.β What
My ears were buzzing and the room grew denser. Tears clouded my eyes as a lump built in my throat. I was dizzy and high. Her memory was too painful to bear. I donβt want to remember, yet Iβm too afraid to forget. God, I miss her. The tears streaked my face as I thought of how she would react to seeing me right now.