This is the first short story that I created in almost four years. In that time, my poetry has being outgrowing the amount of my stories. The real-time tale that inspired the story is quite amusing. Whereas the moment after that event, I began writing the first two pages. This story is unlike any other that I wrote. Since age ten I’ve been reading classical literature and I’ve decided to put this in an elder form of English, and I’m only seventeen. This story is my groundbreaking one, a horror/suspense short story, unlike any of my mystery ones. But truly, if anyone thinks of it, all genres are interconnected into mystery. I hope the reader enjoys, for as all that I’ve shown are amazed at how well it is written. It is copyrighted so no stealing. Even though that it may look REALLY long, it is only fourteen pages long. I also did the cover art which took me just about three hours to entirely. Comments are greatly taken.
Lastly, my beautiful Rose; her hair was as red as her name; as delicate and fair as a rose. They drove her to insanity, till the point where she was pleading for death. She was in my arms when they happily obliged. To this very day, I remain unmarried in honor of our love.
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They say the love conquers all evil, this evil, did not care of love. It wasn’t an evil that could be conquered in love, couldn’t be conquered in anything. The only thing that conquered it was my will to survive. By which to get out of the current situation. That’s how I escaped. That’s how I lived.
It was all something that Sean suggested. I don’t blame him, I was also enthusiastic for going as well. We soon all had the same idea. If ‘ghosts’ were real; the answer is ‘yes, but those who cannot find it to heaven’. That was my conclusion. They were part of a party; men, women, children, slaves, all of which were massacred. It’s what they told me, everyone else thought I was going insane, until they began to see ‘them’ also. They began to regret it as much as I did, for even going into the house. This sealed our fates as we then entered a gateway for no other then hell itself.
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The air was crisp and clear, a beautiful September day, nice and cool. The sun gleamed and beat down on our shoulders. Sean, Corey and I were walking along on the dirt road. We were holding a conversation, nothing that interesting, and nothing to talk to others about. When the cursed idea came from Sean’s demented, twisted mind of practical silliness. He said:
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