I always wondered how I’d die. I didn’t think it’d be like this. I’d counted on some white picket-fenced cottage, gray hair, a devoted husband holding my hand, and a row of award-winning novels staring down at me. Lying on the ground listening to the sirens grow louder, battered and broken, was just not part of the plan. But then again, if you have to die, you might as well do it right. That’s what he always said. If you’re going to live this life, live it right. Take a risk. That’s what he told me. That’s why I’m here, bleeding on the rocks, waiting to die. Because he told me to jump. And I jumped.
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I want to read more of this.
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very interesting i want to read more
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Wow. Great start to it, makes me want to keep reading. Reminds me of the American Dream in some odd way. It sounds like it's going to be a great story from here, keep writing!
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Very interesting. Makes me want to read the rest of it
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I'd really like to read the rest of this, sounds really interesting. It reminds me of somebody though, and it's sad in a brutal sense. Definitely a great way to start a story. For some reason, the white picket-fenced cottage sounded more surreal than the other examples. But I don't know the character yet.
Let me know if you add more to it... or maybe that's what your other post is. I haven't read it yet.
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