INITIAL STORY BY SHELLEY

I don’t know why I bothered to tell you about my life before I saw the dead body. Maybe I was just a child and dreaming about it all. 1But I didn’t know that there was anything I could do about it that day. 2
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STORY #1 (8 tweets, 2 participants)

I don’t know why I bothered to tell you about my life before I saw the dead body. Maybe I was just a child and dreaming about it all. 1But I didn’t know that there was anything I could do about it that day. 2 There is a change in the way you view the world once you have witnessed death. Suddenly everything becomes much more expendable, as if 3 nothing is meant to last. The dead body taught me that this world welcomed its demons to walk the earth, taking souls from their bodies 4 and leaving those visible reminders that we were all dust, in the end. My life felt much smaller after I saw the dead body. 5And then I was able to remember the events as I remembered them as I walked away from the terminal. I remember nothing 6but the smell of death. I remember the explanation of the terror that tormented me. I remember the smell, the smell of rotting flesh, 7the same smell that was holding me there. 8

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STORY #2 (3 tweets, 2 participants)

I don’t know why I bothered to tell you about my life before I saw the dead body. Maybe I was just a child and dreaming about it all. 1But I didn’t know that there was anything I could do about it that day. 2 3

Responses by Shelley are shown in bold.
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