I wrote these a couple months ago. I thought up random ideas as I wrote them.
Story #1
In one time or another, a person has come up to me with such an imagination and proposal of thoughts and feelings. The issue was quite complicated at first, but I later understood it. The problem that she told me was that her left lung was shrunken and poisoned. I don't know why she wasn't in the hospital, but I told her to take care of that emergency by requesting or getting a new lung. A couple of weeks pass and I turn on the TV and flick the channel to Long Island Channel 12 News. I am astonished by what I hear. It seems there have been several murders within the past few weeks. Details on all the victims were that they were all killed the same way. This of course, frightened me in a way. I'm not sure if I was safe anymore. A few hours later more details rectify that all the victims' chest was cut out and their left lung was stolen or missing. I jumped to my feet. I'm afraid that I have just turned that woman into a serial killer I thought.
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Story #2
Taking a simple walk in the park is quite easy isn't it? Well I beg to differ. On the verge of night fall, I'm doing my daily pet walk with my dog. I usually walk him about 2 hours earlier, but I came home late from work that day. While continuing my dog's work I see a slight flutter or ripple in the atmosphere. It looked almost as if the air was ripping itself. My dog began to whimper. I tried to stick my hand through the drift. My fingers felt a smooth sensation. Slowly I felt my hand being sucked into the void. I stagger out of panic to try to get away. The moaning of my dog grows greatly. It seems he too is struggling to scamper away from the awkward pull. I can feel the very essence of my spirit leaving my earthly body. I close my eyes only to open them a few moments later. A blinding light is shining in my eye. Strange enough, I am in my car and a police officer is checking my eyes with his flashlight to see if I'm alive. He tells me that I have either been asleep or unconscious for about 20 minutes. Fortunately for me, the officer lets me go and I drive back home. The needle and drugs are still beneath my passenger seat. I will never use Heroin again.
Story #1
In one time or another, a person has come up to me with such an imagination and proposal of thoughts and feelings. The issue was quite complicated at first, but I later understood it. The problem that she told me was that her left lung was shrunken and poisoned. I don't know why she wasn't in the hospital, but I told her to take care of that emergency by requesting or getting a new lung. A couple of weeks pass and I turn on the TV and flick the channel to Long Island Channel 12 News. I am astonished by what I hear. It seems there have been several murders within the past few weeks. Details on all the victims were that they were all killed the same way. This of course, frightened me in a way. I'm not sure if I was safe anymore. A few hours later more details rectify that all the victims' chest was cut out and their left lung was stolen or missing. I jumped to my feet. I'm afraid that I have just turned that woman into a serial killer I thought.
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Story #2
Taking a simple walk in the park is quite easy isn't it? Well I beg to differ. On the verge of night fall, I'm doing my daily pet walk with my dog. I usually walk him about 2 hours earlier, but I came home late from work that day. While continuing my dog's work I see a slight flutter or ripple in the atmosphere. It looked almost as if the air was ripping itself. My dog began to whimper. I tried to stick my hand through the drift. My fingers felt a smooth sensation. Slowly I felt my hand being sucked into the void. I stagger out of panic to try to get away. The moaning of my dog grows greatly. It seems he too is struggling to scamper away from the awkward pull. I can feel the very essence of my spirit leaving my earthly body. I close my eyes only to open them a few moments later. A blinding light is shining in my eye. Strange enough, I am in my car and a police officer is checking my eyes with his flashlight to see if I'm alive. He tells me that I have either been asleep or unconscious for about 20 minutes. Fortunately for me, the officer lets me go and I drive back home. The needle and drugs are still beneath my passenger seat. I will never use Heroin again.
