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Deysie has always been the lonely, "unpopular" girl in Ridgeway High. But all that starts to change when Daniel, the hottest and most popular guy in school, gets a bit closer to her. But the mystery is, why her all of a sudden ?
An insight on who i am, and hopefully an awakening experience. The goal behind this is to share my perspective of what we are and where we come from. we are all human. love each other.
I look around the room in astonishment. Torn apart bodies lay everywhere, blood covers the once perfectly white room. My gaze shifts down to my own fragile lanky body, my jeans are a smear of blood spatters and finger prints. I look to my left where a long mirror hangs, my mouth is covered in a gorey mess of flesh. My face shows of no emotion, no remorse. I am empty. I am a monster. I am Lanaya Venning.
The wild west in the late 1800s
What if a group of friends happen to open Pandora's box and are forced to close it down before things have gone too nasty? What if things going too nasty means the defamation, or rather, the annihilation of the most powerful country in the planet? Check out my preface for more. I have written this for the sole purpose of comments; negative ones more welcome. Please leave your valuable comments.
A JOURNEY INTO OBLIVION AND BACK. JOHN-PAUL ROBERTSON SHARES THE SHORT STORY OF THE INVISIBLE MAN AND HIS REACTIONS TOWARDS LIFE IN A SPIRITUAL FORM
Deysie has always been the lonely, "unpopular" girl in Ridgeway High. But all that starts to change when Daniel, the hottest and most popular guy in school, gets a bit closer to her. But the mystery is, why her all of a sudden ?
An insight on who i am, and hopefully an awakening experience. The goal behind this is to share my perspective of what we are and where we come from. we are all human. love each other.
I look around the room in astonishment. Torn apart bodies lay everywhere, blood covers the once perfectly white room. My gaze shifts down to my own fragile lanky body, my jeans are a smear of blood spatters and finger prints. I look to my left where a long mirror hangs, my mouth is covered in a gorey mess of flesh. My face shows of no emotion, no remorse. I am empty. I am a monster. I am Lanaya Venning.
The wild west in the late 1800s
What if a group of friends happen to open Pandora's box and are forced to close it down before things have gone too nasty? What if things going too nasty means the defamation, or rather, the annihilation of the most powerful country in the planet? Check out my preface for more. I have written this for the sole purpose of comments; negative ones more welcome. Please leave your valuable comments.
A JOURNEY INTO OBLIVION AND BACK. JOHN-PAUL ROBERTSON SHARES THE SHORT STORY OF THE INVISIBLE MAN AND HIS REACTIONS TOWARDS LIFE IN A SPIRITUAL FORM