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Dear, to whoever see's this. My life is a shit show. I am 29, years old nearly 30, and I have never had a decent person besides my sister in my corner and to top it all of I have a condition which allows me to remember every shit thing that has ever happened in my life, if I'm going to put it in a nutshell. Starting with 19, nearly 20 years ago when my parents decided it was time to up and leave and not with me or my older sister. So here is my life, here is the one thing you'll probably get a giggle out off because I sure as hell I. I laugh at my own boring life. Did you know...I have never left Houston, Texas...Nope...never. So my friends...kick back, get your pop corn at the ready, maybe

"Please help my friend out, Adept Mabry." "I told you that I'll lose ten years of my lifespan once I've cured Mr. Prewett Senior," Leto said with a sigh. "I'm already 68 years old this year. How many decades do I have left in me?" "Adept Mabry, I'm begging you, please!" Adam exclaimed pleadingly. "My parents had passed away when I was a kid, leaving my grandfather as my only kin in this world! As long as you can cure my grandfather, I'll give you anything you want as long as I have it!"

"So, we were wrong about it being Peace... it was actually Life." Phuture stared down at Life's body in the infirmary bed. She rested peacefully asleep with a damaged soul after battling Valeur on the way to her parents. "Valeur's here... she said they encountered him before she arrived." Terrance and Willie Lou were the only two accompanying her in the medical room, a helpless mute of silence spoke loudly in the room. "Life is alive, and she came here to help us leave." Terrance said. "We'll give her time to recover in a healing orb; she'll be fine in about a week..."

My name is Noelle Langston. I was named after my brother, Noah. Noah was seven years older than me. Before I was born, he fell gravely ill. My grandmother, Elizabeth Cole, said that they had taken him everywhere for treatment—first to the village doctor, then to a major hospital in the city. He was diagnosed with leukemia, and they were told that there was no cure. My parents, Irene Hudson and John Langston, didn't quite understand what leukemia meant, and could only say, "We'll find the money for his treatment."

But since he had been a baby, they had left everything they willed to him to the nanny to keep until he was old enough to inherit it. Maxwell had been a very curious and inquisitive kid growing up. One time when he was snooping around his parents' room, he had seen a vault and had opened it on first trial using his birthday as the combination code. He had just known that people used birthdays as passwords and it was usually the birthday of someone very special to them. From all his nanny had told him about his parents, he knew that he was very special to them. So, he had known that they must have used his birthday as the combination code to the vault and he had been right. Inside the vault w

The house will be stormy, maybe even reach him ears. But... it's not exactly unilateral maybe it's just a step towards another page. For example, you are living your life at this moment, and I am also living my other life. We are like two parallel lines that do not collide or exist in the other person is life.

"Though as entertaining this is, the affairs of the still living are none of my concern. You'll have to speak to my opposite; Life." "So how do I find Life?" I asked, and Death shrugged, twirling his scythe as if it were a baton. "No clue. I deal with matters of death." "...you're of no help, you know that?" "I've upheld my deal, so I think I've helped way more than necessary. I'm just glad I didn't go fishing for your soul. Otherwise, I would've declined." My jaw drops at his comment, and he shrugs, fading away.

Luna's Pov I wake up every day dreading that I'm still breathing. A few times a day I find myself thinking"How am I still alive"? This a question I never find the answer to but maybe because... I'm a useless fool... A coward... A slut... A bitch... A dumb whore... At least that's what he tells me. As an eighteen-year-old girl, I am extremely underdeveloped physically and mentally. I can tell from looking at other girls in my neighborhood they all looked healthy while I was a bag of bones.

Please like my story. Thank you.

A month later Joni Life... A period between birth and death. "Life is short" is what people say and that's the truth. I never used to believe that until today. As usual, my gorgeous boyfriend thought it best to take me out on a date seeing as we're almost ticking the last of the boxes on my never have I ever list but a part of me knows he's very excited about number 99 and 100 and I am too but I'm just not as excited as he is.