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When I was 6 I was living in a small room near the end of a small house, I never once noticed the smoke that bellowed out of the factory that’s less than 50 feet away from my house at about 12:00 in the morning each day. Even though I never slept more than 5 hours, I have always had a feeling that when and if I ever sleep that I can view the dreams of whose ever asleep the same time I am. I’ve always seen dreams that my friends would tell me about the next day at school, they would include so many details that I would remember and if I asked about anything new, they would tell me that I was right.
For the last 11 years I had stopped seeing these dreams but about 2 weeks ago it started up again. I had woken up in a cold sweat after seeing someone blowing up France, half of China and Canada; I had never seen such horror in a dream. There was a man sitting in a leather chair laughing maniacally watching a video of the countries blow up and the Eiffel tower fall and the bridge de Triomphe ( the big arc in France) explode in to a million pieces. The Great Wall Of China crumbles down and millions of people dieing and all that’s left is a barren waste land with nothing left except the hides and skulls of polar bears lying everywhere.
End Of Chapter 1
- by Ninja of the dusk |
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- | Submitted on 02/07/2009 |
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- Title: The begining of the End
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- Date: 02/07/2009
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- N0tExClusive - 02/06/2010
- the second paragraph is too simalar to mine... ill give u a 5 if u give me 5 on mine.
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