INITIAL STORY BY SHELLEY

I could hear it breathing. I could feel the bones going toward my head. Then I felt myself being torn, pulled, and then the blood 1trickled down my chest. I cried for all the world I loved. But I was finally dead. 2
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STORY #1 (10 tweets, 2 participants)

I could hear it breathing. I could feel the bones going toward my head. Then I felt myself being torn, pulled, and then the blood 1trickled down my chest. I cried for all the world I loved. But I was finally dead. 2 it’s cold. freezing cold here but what else can happen since I’m already dead. 3I’m not alone, I want this to stop. I want my corpse. I want to be home. I want to be back. 4 there is a force holding me, I don’t feel the cold anymore I want to move but can’t feel my body at all. Now, I’m like floating. 5 I see the door but there is no way to reach to it. I’m thirsty or I started to feel something alive. is this hope? 6I feel like it’s something that is controlling me. I want it to be over. I want to help. I want to feel something but 7there’s no way. The time flashes before me and I am looking at the time. I am alone. I feel my legs being tied together and I am 8being pulled into the inky blackness. 9 it’s so dark I even don’t understand where am I looking at, but the feel makes me smile. I’m dead with my hope 10

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STORY #2 (9 tweets, 3 participants)

I could hear it breathing. I could feel the bones going toward my head. Then I felt myself being torn, pulled, and then the blood 1trickled down my chest. I cried for all the world I loved. But I was finally dead. 2 it’s cold. freezing cold here but what else can happen since I’m already dead. 3 A woman in white approached. Held out her hands, they were black. Smiled, her teeth also black. No. I didn't want to go with her. 4Her eyes were the same point as mine. Then she looked at me and smiled. I was being pulled under. Blood sprayed on my 5lips and my face. But I couldn't move. I tried to scream. 6 But I was in a grave of blood. The blood of others. Choking my scream. Down down down. 7Her red lips stretched from ear to ear and she gave me a blank stare. I could feel her presence. 8 I was falling into her. The Mistress of the Grave. Her tunnels run across the Earth. Feeding off our blood, those who die young. 9

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STORY #3 (6 tweets, 3 participants)

I could hear it breathing. I could feel the bones going toward my head. Then I felt myself being torn, pulled, and then the blood 1trickled down my chest. I cried for all the world I loved. But I was finally dead. 2 However, I can feel the heat in the air, a small breeze around me, and someone's eyes watching me from the distance 3. I feel nothing but the dead breeze of the sun coming in through my window. And then a figure came into view. It was 4 A mask that seems to be my own face. 5It was... deformed. It was looking at me. 6

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STORY #4 (6 tweets, 2 participants)

I could hear it breathing. I could feel the bones going toward my head. Then I felt myself being torn, pulled, and then the blood 1trickled down my chest. I cried for all the world I loved. But I was finally dead. 2 However, I can feel the heat in the air, a small breeze around me, and someone's eyes watching me from the distance 3. I feel nothing but the dead breeze of the sun coming in through my window. And then a figure came into view. It was 4someone. A little girl. And I couldn't make out a face. I couldn't make out any details, but I could make out her face which was wearing 5a mask. 6

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STORY #5 (6 tweets, 2 participants)

I could hear it breathing. I could feel the bones going toward my head. Then I felt myself being torn, pulled, and then the blood 1trickled down my chest. I cried for all the world I loved. But I was finally dead. 2 However, I can feel the heat in the air, a small breeze around me, and someone's eyes watching me from the distance 3. I feel nothing but the dead breeze of the sun coming in through my window. And then a figure came into view. It was 4 That mask brings a twisted smile, like someone's faked pain. She walk step by step, approaching to my body. 5 And then, when their shadow touch my head, I hear she's starting to laugh. 6

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