

dark story ideaI could feel the darkness creep into me. like a snake as it slowly devours its prey, the darkness slithered and swallowed my soul at an excruciating pace. All the while my body though paralyzed with fear slowly began to change. light replaced by the blackest of shadows, weakness replaced with the most terrifying of strength. Morality and honor ripped from my heart. These were my last moments for regret, and I began to weep for I knew that I could never undo what I was about to do. God would never forgive me for I could never forgive myself.dark story idea
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yep here I am, get used to it..or not....I don't really care
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Writing is like prostitution. First you do it for love, and then for a few close friends, and finally for money.
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yep here I am, get used to it..or not....I don't really care
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