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mothunknownartblog · 27 days ago
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should have more essays on scam companies open soon on wattpad.
In the next 2-3 buisness days. Commission work for the other retail place has started to bite so. I'm very excited to see how that 1099 will go.
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mothunknownartblog · 2 months ago
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"Yall hear something?
https://www.wattpad.com/story/396255490?utm_source=android&utm_medium=email&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=ThePenumbraArchives Usually, I tuck in my kid at night. Single parenting can't possibly damage someone if they get every other weekend off. All parents want what's best for their little kids. Liberals and their woke agenda and consent forms, I bet your boss HATES having these clogging the tender office, eh? Oh, come on, font gives me that the sooner I get this done, the sooner you can get back to... you horned people like football, yeah? You know hanging the red skinns to the commanders. Indian chiefs weren't more on the nose for what they wanted? Ah. Yeah, right, this is about my ex's little mistake. It's my weekend. It's so cute you threaten to gobble them up and tuck them in. After dinner and a midnight snack, of course!!! Now, Mr. Rogers, was it? John Handcock should be on the ID. I'll get that for you, but I'll need it back. Okay, too far, my bad, no jokes. Yeah, I let him upstairs... he was, uh, on Benadryl when I let him in, but that just cheapens the bill. You gotta believe me. He smelled like gasoline, and his eyes were on the wrong side of his face!!! Worked for Krampus Co. What does this have to do with affirmative action you pay bills, right? Well, not here, just in general, ta know. Oh, you do, yehaw. Thank you for your service. Can I give my ID back? Oh, you need my signature, okay. Had one of those, erm... gas masks on his face. No, not the freak at the end of the road with an obsession with an obsession with bonsai. The guy I took the ad from, ah, it'll come to me, wrote it down with the yellow folder, I'm sure your fairy kind is great, and all I like is everyone else is just fine. Mr. Sticky was a real creep. I get it. That's really un-American, but the towns are gone. I saw the cyanide happiness news broadcast about it just last week.  So I play music while I'm working. Retro stuff, my child loves it, and well, rents are not cheap. The more she stays over, the better. Who did you say you worked for again? I'm not going to let you see the body without a license. There is a bit of rustling, and an ID is exchanged and tested, cut in half. So anyway, I'll let you have your goods now; she's my property after all. WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE WENT TO HER MOTHERS'?
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mothunknownartblog · 2 months ago
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i found a job
its a contract with a metal company located in america and I'm making comission pay of a percentage of each payment but its a heck of a lot better than having nothing to fall back on.
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mothunknownartblog · 2 months ago
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So I have an entire place where you can look at my writing/publications for free!!!!
Its Wattpad... Im back on Wattpad.
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mothunknownartblog · 3 months ago
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Not pro just using tags
not having a great time financally please help
oh great the crowdfunding because the reprocussions of my own actions are now my problem <3 this is gunna make me sound pathetic just scroll.
I wonder if I've tried not using loans to pay for credit card debt vice versa and actually finding a place to volunteer to fill a gap in my resume before negging strangers online and making up that my ex hates me from freshman year of highschool for attention.
http://www.ourplacewaldorf.com/donate/
seek employment
Apparently Im a delusional drug addict??????
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mothunknownartblog · 4 months ago
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Calan Ebrill
Published April 4-1-2025
Wattpad @/ThePenumbraArchives
Feeling upset about politics is kind of like being angry. It's raining at a parade.
The multicolored chalk in all spectrums runs down the sidewalk.Tryannus-Zeus reins.
Then the living things just trying to live their lives come out to do living things.
Going from stark and chilled darkness and plasma to congestion to finally a dry snap.
When the rain is over, there will be corpses littering the road. And without a shell, most will not be seen.
Protection in muted colors and a quick pace taught from years of locker room talk and body counts of who will or will not crack under the indimidation like thunder. I'm wondering if these lables drop from the sky.
Tears and snotted heaves mattered not to the vulture, who looks for an occasionally becomes the roadkill. We still go on. Like that stinks for only a few fleeting seconds. And go on about our commute.
Yet here you are. Sheltering in place and trying to dry off the mud from moccasins, the job market demands remote access to be in and ring the wind's howl out of your ears with noise and condensation
It's not a luxury to get clean and decide the only lines that need to be drawn are on paper and not your skin. Mummified and desceated corpses of amphibians and worms on the asfault and sidewalk. Not all will want to tell their story.
Become a part of the mob on the news who will not notice the tragedy of the neighborhood fox not being able to feed gerself. A vixen done over by the shell of a car.
Endangered and colorfully as the eastern box turtle may be. There is still roadkill.
Saying the wrong thing isn't always malicious.
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mothunknownartblog · 4 months ago
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Tagio; REDACTED
Published on WordPress.com originally in October 2024.
Available for free on Wattpad app/website. @the-penumbra-archives
Disclaimer:Do not sell or use for commercial use thank you. This is a public domain working/ sample of my creative writing. All similar characters/scenarios the property of the United States ,Calvert County Police Force and local waterpark establishment. Have the afterlife you deserve.<3
Written by Moth_Unknown for Public Domain.
Episode 1 “Race against the Clock” It was time to move. Quicker and quicker the heart beats inside the chest. How strange it was to know you have feet but not to be capable of using them, to something ze worried about now. not that the situation afforded much panic. A voucher for a meal ticket lay on the mirror and alarm clock. Rightfully Michelle would need to record every purchase for this sweepstakes water park trip. Now comes the tricky part. How to feed a pulled pork sandwich to a free crow doll from England.Beside Zir in a coffin was a dark haired man. The portrait above was obscured by darkness. A darkness that had not been there twelve hours before. The darkness was always lurking just below the wheelchair was a bundle of rope, a switch blade, and a tarp. Weeks of upper body strength training was going to lead to this moment. The guards would make their rounds in another thirty minutes.
Episode 2 "Trust Issues" Dusted walls of white speckles and dried grotesque streaks of yellow covered the walls.Despite all the decorations lying about, there were no boot prints. A flickering oil lantern on the walls and phone room listed onto the door next to the handicap-able plaque.Giving the door a hardy shove, forearms straining. The door was locked. The plodding of feet could be heard. But not before the tick on the clock. That made no sense. Why was the clock wet? The large beast carrying a guest pass on the shoulder lapped up a pool of water on the ground. Clearing the entryway with the now distracted staff. Cooing over the hairless, swine toddler with a pleasant snout and a vest reading "nid anifail anwrs". And gleefully using the sheathed cleaver to usher all bodies in the large dumb waiter with no outer door
Episode 3 "Set up for Failure"Nevermind that now, no one especially Michelle was going anywhere if this lavish medieval torture pad was not solved. How many escape runes during long nights and lunch breaks would it take to crack? Not like the swine dropped a walk-through on a flash drive or left behind any paper while rooting for head patsIt was not going to be simple. Clutching the rosary that held fast to the Asian American person's neck. Ducking into the nearby computer room without hesitation. all the while an unceremonious creaking noise from the chains in the dumb waiter (Had these folk not heard of elevators. and when was ze going to get paid? Free cash prize was wanted on the brochure for the entertainment at this Christ forsaken hospital.)The door, fortunately oiled, was finally given way by a few poundings on the palm. What was clear now more than ever is that this hospital had somehow run out of power. And with it shut down all now botched forms of electronic communication. how were zir's Uber to pick zem up now? !!! not that anyone else inside should go without transportation.
Episode 4 "Hallucinations"Hir was fine until the pounding of dehydration. The bag was ripped open by a pocket knife or box-cutter. Screaming and heavy breathing was heard down the hall. Wonderful, the emergency rations of snacks were gone. So much for bribing the staff.getting up from the coffin once the noise died down. Dark hair and bedhead alike it was painful to move. Small sets of tire tracks could be seen in water streaks. From what leaking surface was not necessarily needed. The phone charger was gone. It's such a shame that this pillar candle was just lying around.Using the now dead electronic lighter, a small flame was illuminated. Through the golden glow and shuffling from hopefully not too many bed sores. A room with yellow wallpaper in a storage closet. Padlocked from the inside; Ze wasn't falling for that one again.
Episode 5 "Sun Burn"You know what the fun thing about being trapped in an abandoned halfway house with your twin sibling is? Nothing, absolutely nothing was normal about this. It was a dream until Michelle no longer had use of the lower half of the body.. The original plan whilst getting reception and a getaway car zir told herself.Something in the coffin, an Asian American teenager, stirred. At first, it was the opening of the eyes. Then, a banging on the hard metal door with a shoulder, dark hair, and light eyes giving way to dishevelment. Hyperventilating was only stopped by what could be absolved with another hard shove with the doorknob turned.Dim light poured out from a now busted door frame. Leaving the coffin and floor bed was two items. A butchers knife and a pair of noise canceling headphones. Both were missing their other, a gun and a sharpener. Two could be mistaken for abandoned trash without the other.Episode 6 "Not realizing they are injured"The dumb waiter was considered as a secondary option. There was an odd brass chandelier, so obviously, this mansion had power at some point. A sprawling mark on the picked door, the first one was terrifying; a large circle and an "X" carved into it (not large enough to leave the first pictures edges).The butchers knife individual must be zir's missing half, the odd exclamations and no expected conversation in whispered tones confirmed it. The Asian American teenager rolled the chair as if trying to boost the advancement. There were so many panels of wood to just pull from the walls. Looking for outlets to check for an escape hatch was vital. Dark hair pulled into a bun for better patience. Light eyes looking toward the task. Use the and don't pop the wheelchair tires. Lest be forced to stand briefly and muddle through an unknown number of drawers in hopes of finding proper maintenance.
Episode 7 "Only for Emergencies"The phone charger was gone. The one that was brought because hir sister wanted assurance that the twins' electronics would not be used instead. This was not ideal. The fried outlets did seem to have some sort of charge. The outlets were not short circuited but pulled out on purpose. Whatever was causing the odd wax figure displaying a Wolf man with red ears and a light loincloth was not amusing.Worse was it made an odd whirring sound, like the Roomba attached while the scare actor team roamed around dusting things and checking that doors were locked. If this was an escape room business. It is better to leave before the hidden cameras turn back on.
Episode 8 "Sleep Deprivation"Now that all doors were closed and the cleaning crew had been dispatched, all that was left was to keep everything to a minimum. Infra-red lights and periodical screenshots. Advertisements apparently were expensive and it wasn't like everyone could be entrusted to know the likes of newsboy and other outlets were posting satire and feel good stories' during long lulls between cases. The pickings were slim to none. The absolutely heinous thing about getting their hideout looked over and turned into a friday the thirteenth and Halloween tourist trap.The neighborhood next to the cornfield and farmhouse was an easy enough cover. No one noticed three new couples with social media information from high school. All the first five or so houses in town offered equal opportunity and the homeowners association. Permitting continued relative control over the wooded area.Never mind that one of the guard dogs was late with his coffee. this shift plus the one before and the construction crew were going to kill the blind man before whatever remained of the cancer. trusting that cute intern who happened to believe in Rodnovery, and his medical school dorm neighbor.The problem with the fire alarm and would not have missed a pep rally or sorority gathering if it was the last day on earth. (Always bright and cheery, slightly sardonic. ya know a normal medical tech that lost funding Lymphoma because of spoon theory, allowing the eyelids to infect the other neighboring cells.)The migraines were being caused by a lack of proper food now that apart of his parole meant no hunting.The noise (how could one forget) from those Christ forsaken construction team.Needless to say he could not sleep. Blue and black costume mask drooping to the desk as the podcast hummed from the phone ( the loud speaker being turned on at the same time).
Episode 9 "Obsession"What was it with Zir and taking the high road? If Jamie ran into another spiderweb before running into Michelle, the twin would not live to see the legal date of ID amendment. Not that the odd sound of what appeared to be a video game analysis podcast over the loudspeaker was an unwelcome sensory experience.Cupping both balled hands over ears.The Asian American teenager kept walking. Squinting to see in the inky darkness and boarded window protruding a dim yet eerie light of the night sky.The doorway out was unlocked, and could remain so with a damaged flashlight serving as a makeshift door stop.The coffin wasn't something they had asked for. Whom in earnest would ask to be buried alive real or perceived. The counter is full of free ice cream (dippin dots to be certain). anything unopened seemed suspicious to the touch. If someone had not asked for it would someone then really be putting themselves in danger? Neither twin noticed the smoke/ dry ice machine strewn through the corn maze while eight pages were collected in qr code fashion, slipping the handout into jeans quickly. The wifi had to be reset but auto-synch should work from there.
Episode 10 "Blow to the Head"Another day, another dead end. If that was not the saying a few coinage could be saved.The vending machine in the lobby near the wooden elevator meant the unfamiliar surroundings was he long route. Awesome, another creepy corridor and even more cobwebs.At this rate it was going to take several hours instead of several minutes to get out of here.Though the thought of being one of two high-schoolers in Junior year to bag the evidence of literal monsters still walking among the people of Maryland.What would that have done for popularity? No amount of squalor or emotional pain given by classmates not giving a damn about either them was not enough vengeance. When you have been rejected and pushed aside your whole life, revenge is just isolation.
Episode 11 "Seeing double"The stubbornness of the wheels screeched once again. At this rate zey wondered if that animal roaming the halls had been allowed to mess with the medical equipment.It was one thing to not look disabled of course but it is another in entirety to bring a pet to school just because dogs can fit into mobility harnesses.Causing yourself to faint was not common with this condition. The name of which is unimportant, Michelle felt unimportant.Abandoned by zir's own sibling and forced to find a way to escape all lone.How could that wax figure depicting a rainbow clown doll possibly be a good present. Zi did not find this to be funny.
Episode 12 "Starvation"How long ago was that buffet? before breakfast of cut fruit and being shuttled into the car for an enticing birthday surprise.Not that it would matter now those two were going to be in a great deal of trouble.What is going to bring more of a shock is the stale dryness of the building. There is no gasoline, cornstraw was locked away into straw mats for no discernible reason along with string and kitchen knives. no foul smell of animal remains, or even the smell of dog shampoo of any kind.Sure this place was plenty dusty. The company fridge in 'break room'. Throat straining with effort as the paint white illuminated letters on glass revealed another circle and ex.(whilst the phone with no reception for WIFI calling) illuminated by the flashlight.A large chain, and no lock. Stomach growling and an arm reached forward.The rodent wearing some sort of vest approached, alerted by the ticking coming from the twin for no apparent reason.The tusks were filed to nubs and the hooves sparkled with some sort of glitter paint. Michelle rolled zir eyes and snacked happily on the pork rinds on the table.Offering the lost pet(hopefully) a morsel. The dog nearby seemed threatening but distracted with a jawbone of some kind with red streaks leading in the room xie had just come out of. Muzzle once firmly secured in place now damaged by bolt cutters. The same kind as on the surface side of the coffin layout.Jamie tipped the water bottle to zir lips again.Reaching into a pocket on the lanyard in order to see how much of rations for this impossible walk was left before daybreak.If the sun rose on this cursed backroom in the haunted escape room and there was yellow wallpaper that would be all actually. Hearing a distinct churning of ungreased metal and a large cart like shadow in the dim halfway. Stopping the phone flashing with a hand to save xierself from ambush.
Episode 13 "Team as a Family""Michelle!" the Asian American teenager gasped excitedly. "Jamie" the dark haired light eyed adolescent rolled forward. The two were joined in an embrace as turning around meant meeting; It.The vague hallways with inaccessible stairwells. the lack of reception for phone service; a dead and blocked elevator only open by identification badge. All of this was leading up to some sort of harrowing conclusion about becoming stronger through persecution. Who invited them here?
Episode 14 "Left for Dead"The idea at first seemed impossible. Isabel actually landing a retail job that called for cleaning services.The African American Seventeen year old had worked before certainly and tapping a few buttons on a "QUERTY" would not lead to any real consequences in the future few hours as the sun went down.Getting to dress up in typical industrial cleaning gear to rid the gift shop and breakroom of that uncomfortable smell was not entirely awful.Well yes cleaning up after the animals near the petting zoo reserved for the toddler friendly ticket vouchers (complete with buffet pass from the nearby food trucks.)Employees were allowed into the nearby completely abandoned mansion (with the exception of extra printed tickets and a gift shop).They loaded up their belongings and made way to see if their co-worker in the Corgi mask got that Roomba up and running or needed the Dyson vacuum cleaner. After Isabel had locked the door and made her way to the nearby bus station, they noticed their badge was missing from their wallet. probably an easy mistake anyone could have made since . Their first real job after all and hadn't Mr.Jack mentioned something about Six Flags excess merchandise needing to be taken care of. The landscapers could find their way around the building. They could go back for the ID tomorrow. After explaining that someone was responsible for stealing from the non-company issued backpack and some keys may be missing.
Episode 15 "Childhood Trauma"The worst part about being stuck in an abandoned haunted house with your biological twin is nothing.The haunted building was historically turned into an amusement park to cut down on costs of property taxes and allowing nearly a dozen homeless squatters in the nearby abandoned elementary school and asylum.Going to your friend's place of work for a 'planned' surprise visit is a great way to spend your fifteenth birthday, our two protagonists found.As well as the friend of darker skin having to pay for everything while busy with other 'manual labor' duties.Sunburn and a few minutes waiting in a hot parking lot later.This day had turned completely disappointing.The flowers that were hand picked nearby and the poorly parked bike were rudely and expectantly not the only thing that was to be gained from this attraction during the off season right?
Episode 16 "Necrosis"It had been a long time.Well he was only supposed to wait like 5 minutes but both headlights were damaged and he really needed the money to fix it.The accountant that had reassured Buchannan(The Gwyliar better known as an proud I.m.p client) that his records as a permanent alien resident of the united states was going smoothly. Millard; the woman did not enjoy being called that. "Foxie" was responsible for finding and haggling an insane deal on the motor truck. American humans spent way too much on gasoline, why they didn't have solar cars yet in this dimension was understandable though. texting briefly to see if he had the right address a pair of dark reddish brown hands tapped anxiously. technically his next "client" had wanted to throw money into a fiery lake since his schedule just cleared and Buchannan could hear television blaring from the unemployment office. (apparently what had happened to the pair of twin eels was on a need to know basis; arson case)Yeesh what was that awful screaming noise from inside!?! The fuck you mean?!?! "Don't leave me here damn it, YOU were late?" The black dog barking and wagging while on hind quarters leaning at the door can't just help you, kind of the Crystal canine's whole jurisdiction aside from resorting to criminal activity due to debt.Maybe the client over the phone could verify with a student number since with parent permission this one way trip was booked. That was going to be charged at half price and there was a bus service where he could text the teenager's account to get out of town. an anxious dark haired youth stood in front of the car. Startling the vegan immigrant more that any deer in pale Caucasian headlights.A figure with a leg impairment entered the backseat with slanted eye glass shades and dark streaks of hastily dyed hair, binder with dual enrollment supplies carefully tucked between a hand crochet headband and leg warmer/thin ripped leggings set in varying neon cat like styles and a shirt that said "I eat creepy pasta for breakfast".Jamie noticed the front seat was currently not covered by a massive Grey metallic looking cauldron and odd set of tools inside. (Zi actually had no idea how extensive the hauled off Halloween directions were in the middle of the night.) While trying to ask for wheelchair accessibility as the trunk was opened and slammed shut. Another figure in dark hair and a scowl had entered the back seat, She/Her pin (too huffy to comply with a real answer that wasn't about a free cloth face mask that smelled suspiciously like chloroform) was ready to be taken to night school then and there at the nearest bus depot center.Ah,the babysitting gig how he loved two timing the car insurance office. The children sat back and did some what could be assumed to be last minute homework on a survey app. (all the better to advertise, may as well get a hotspot going mobile. One disconnected; darn cheap phone line)
Episode 17 "Nowhere else to Go"The door slammed in Michelle's face. All that work. All the effort was for nothing. Zie did what was then natural for anyone in zir's predicament. Soon, a functional adult would either notice the trespasser, or there would be the actual rideshare.Taking a backpack out of the storage bin labeled for reserved.Something that is definitely going to be hard for Isabel to explain what this meant for the high school couple. In the year 2019, even after all the trust that had gone into this dynamic. (Negotiations between friends) So Michelle picked up zir sketch book and waited for the significant other to perform their duties. No communication required. The bicycle could be placed in the lost and found(hopefully at cost). There were larger container lockers so it's not like the item had meant to do much more than be donated. Wiccan’s were so convenient that way.
Episode 18 "Revenge"The thing no-one realizes about working for yourself is that you don't have to be consistent. of course if you are used to working a nine to five job like all college students it becomes difficult.The jokes from his room mate about how salty the medical student was doing too much made this any easier.There was a difference between simply enjoying to not drink and being reclusive and outright avoiding academic and financial responsibility.Anyone being rhetorically asked it wasn't like he was roaming the halls in a current 'scare tactic' with a manikin sculpture that looked to be grabbing at the sigh's for people to leave valuables present.A standard hoodie and sewn on ceramic mask taking the place of sunglasses; Cane in hand the third-shift manager went to see if any of the erm 'merchandise' was still upstairs; trespassers on historical sites were not permitted nor dealt with by state authorities. The loophole here is that no one ever expected to be transported to a Purgatorio holding cell while the tax refund qualified. The crime was not severe enough on a highschool person’s record to be considered permanent. The sooner the HR office got his resignation so he could focus on the rest of finding nature trails to be functional or not would be fine.Isabel should have been gone by now. Not only was the sixteen year old supposed to take the bus as all the doors were to be locked except for the grounds keeper to call for a back up car (in the event that a bus could not be called every hour on the hour.) The first layer of the staircases moved yet again, revealing the dumb waiter that had finished its cooldown in the museum of true crime.. Scraping noise replaced on freshly mopped tile on concrete and negligent lamination treatment.
Episode 19 "Blood Trail"What goes on when the lights go out is none of the customers business.The store was closed and you now must cease blared through the speakers.A very creepy thing for anyone just getting into or out of the locked rooms. the Bluetooth was still plugged in.So their phone was still here.An unpleasant voicemail waited in the inbox. Isabel got off the clock and walked the 45 minutes back to the childhood home. Between the highway and the road. A truck honked and drove off as a now former friend from highschool and some stranger from church screamed at the ‘jay walker’. Getting to the abandoned mansion, and peeking inside to check for concussion marks, the Tan camry vehicle graciously offered a ride home. No cellphone case or charger to speak of but a never the less returned wallet, lanyard, and iphone. They would call in sick tomorrow, the boss would with a blank stare and a monotone voice, formally dressed in black slacks and a t-shirt with a novelty tuxedo printed on it. Then Demand to have the next available shift with a medical test, just in case any flu or fungal infections could lead to forgetfulness or an issue with articulating where customers of the “Marble Hornets” amusement park were or were not within correct policy to demand a full season pass as a “refund”.The nerve of some people.
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mothunknownartblog · 4 months ago
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Eat Moar Cows(flash fiction)
Published June 20th 2017
Chick-fil-a is the enemy? Why? Because apparently a cow salad sounds disgusting.You want to know what else is disgusting filthy human? THE SLAUGHTERHOUSE YOU DARE TO CALL A “restaurant”. So me and my fellow foul are going to start our own slogan. But instead of using crayons we are going to use hypocrites.
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mothunknownartblog · 4 months ago
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Perspective
Originally on wattpad at bookdragon_archive
Published September 29th 2017
Three truths, one lie.Does anyone truly die?Hell or heaven take your pick.The beauty in both makes me sick.Seven of us, billions of you.Eight creations all but you.
Do you really think you are alone?
Abandoned,Hated, PostponedPerhaps the world began all at onePerhaps its all a dunceBoys and Girls dont you see?
I am everything you hate to be Slimy,scaly,feared,even rarely revered.
Ten simple rules you were given yet all the less driven.You're dying?Forsaken?Unloved?Unwanted?
Nothing exists without a reason.
Could reading this be an act of treason?
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