INITIAL STORY BY SHELLEY

A second fucking knife was stabbed through the back of my head, starting again. This time the head was 'covered' by gouges of hair, 1and the image was ripped from my face. 2
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STORY #1 (8 tweets, 3 participants)

A second fucking knife was stabbed through the back of my head, starting again. This time the head was 'covered' by gouges of hair, 1and the image was ripped from my face. 2 The world went black. I was timeless. The light blinding as I awoke to the sound of a mortician starting up the bone saw. 3I struggled to stand up, but the saw was still on my shoulder, turning my back to the soil. I gasped and started to scream, 4and that's when I noticed the horror in the cloud of blood. 5 Floating above the mortician it had eyes watching both my body and myself. I realized I was two things: the corpse on the steel table 6 as well as a formless kind of mist floating over the corpse's opened chest. While the cloud of blood was bright red and viscous; I was 7 faint and grey. The mortician paid neither of us any mind as she continued her grisly work. 8

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