INITIAL STORY BY SHELLEY

it looked at me and said something to me that I couldn't even look away from. “It's time, Tim.” 1
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STORY #1 (21 tweets, 4 participants)

it looked at me and said something to me that I couldn't even look away from. “It's time, Tim.” 1 The last time I heard that, mom passed away. With no family left alive, who could it mean? 2Was that my mom? What did she mean? I never wanted to see the same face again. 3 But it was her. It was mom. But she’s been dead for over 10 years. Slowly I realized that can only mean one thing: 4I was about to get punished. I felt worried. 5 But I also knew nothing would equal the pain I caused her. I turned to the figure that I used to call mom and begged for mercy. 6She just stared at me. At that moment, I was sure that I was going to die the same way. I didn't have the right to speak. 7 but I could tell I was surrounded by doctors and nurses. At least I hoped that’s what they were. Still unable to move, 8 I could still feel everything—including the first slice from the scalpel and the leather-like scales on its six fingers. 9And then I realized that I was still alive. My mind still in uncontrollable danger, and my body felt like it was going to 10 Although I now knew it was my time. I could choose to go peacefully or I could continue to fight. I made my decision and I slowly 11died. I was overcome by a relief that I had never felt before. 12 Relief that was short-lived, when the monstrous figure rose from the flames and said, “Welcome to Hell, Tim. Your cell awaits.” 13The wall was completely empty, except for the fire pit. The flames started at the same time as I was on the ground. 14 Suddenly I saw hundreds of poor souls being tortured in flames.. I guess I was really in hell.. 15I was in shock. I didn't know what to do. I was literally shaking from the fire. I tried to scream, but I couldn't find my 16voice. As I stared at the flames, the fire grew darker and darker as the fire grew brighter. I imagined the fire started to fade, and 17then I awoke in a hospital bed. I was shaking and all I could see was my needles and the blood and sticks on my fingers. 18 Then that bastard came into my room. I instantly knew what had happened and why I was here. He always was at fault. 19. But the only thing I could think of was that he was alive, and that he was going to get me. I felt so sure of that, and 20 "Look what you've done!" he yelled at me. "You ruined my experiment...again! Can't you get anything right?" He continued raving. 21

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STORY #2 (21 tweets, 4 participants)

it looked at me and said something to me that I couldn't even look away from. “It's time, Tim.” 1 The last time I heard that, mom passed away. With no family left alive, who could it mean? 2Was that my mom? What did she mean? I never wanted to see the same face again. 3 But it was her. It was mom. But she’s been dead for over 10 years. Slowly I realized that can only mean one thing: 4I was about to get punished. I felt worried. 5 But I also knew nothing would equal the pain I caused her. I turned to the figure that I used to call mom and begged for mercy. 6She just stared at me. At that moment, I was sure that I was going to die the same way. I didn't have the right to speak. 7 but I could tell I was surrounded by doctors and nurses. At least I hoped that’s what they were. Still unable to move, 8 I could still feel everything—including the first slice from the scalpel and the leather-like scales on its six fingers. 9And then I realized that I was still alive. My mind still in uncontrollable danger, and my body felt like it was going to 10 Although I now knew it was my time. I could choose to go peacefully or I could continue to fight. I made my decision and I slowly 11died. I was overcome by a relief that I had never felt before. 12 Relief that was short-lived, when the monstrous figure rose from the flames and said, “Welcome to Hell, Tim. Your cell awaits.” 13The wall was completely empty, except for the fire pit. The flames started at the same time as I was on the ground. 14 Suddenly I saw hundreds of poor souls being tortured in flames.. I guess I was really in hell.. 15I was in shock. I didn't know what to do. I was literally shaking from the fire. I tried to scream, but I couldn't find my 16voice. As I stared at the flames, the fire grew darker and darker as the fire grew brighter. I imagined the fire started to fade, and 17then I awoke in a hospital bed. I was shaking and all I could see was my needles and the blood and sticks on my fingers. 18 Then that bastard came into my room. I instantly knew what had happened and why I was here. He always was at fault. 19. But the only thing I could think of was that he was alive, and that he was going to get me. I felt so sure of that, and 20I began to pray that it was over. I was sobbing and crying. 21

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STORY #3 (17 tweets, 2 participants)

it looked at me and said something to me that I couldn't even look away from. “It's time, Tim.” 1 The last time I heard that, mom passed away. With no family left alive, who could it mean? 2Was that my mom? What did she mean? I never wanted to see the same face again. 3 But it was her. It was mom. But she’s been dead for over 10 years. Slowly I realized that can only mean one thing: 4I was about to get punished. I felt worried. 5 But I also knew nothing would equal the pain I caused her. I turned to the figure that I used to call mom and begged for mercy. 6She just stared at me. At that moment, I was sure that I was going to die the same way. I didn't have the right to speak. 7 but I could tell I was surrounded by doctors and nurses. At least I hoped that’s what they were. Still unable to move, 8 I could still feel everything—including the first slice from the scalpel and the leather-like scales on its six fingers. 9And then I realized that I was still alive. My mind still in uncontrollable danger, and my body felt like it was going to 10 Although I now knew it was my time. I could choose to go peacefully or I could continue to fight. I made my decision and I slowly 11died. I was overcome by a relief that I had never felt before. 12 Relief that was short-lived, when the monstrous figure rose from the flames and said, “Welcome to Hell, Tim. Your cell awaits.” 13The wall was completely empty, except for the fire pit. The flames started at the same time as I was on the ground. 14 As I began to burn, I asked “why would mom allow this to happen?” Clearly she did not forgive me and I deserved to be punished. 15I was beginning to feel sorry for her. I was finally able to allow the fire to take up to all of me. 16 As life slipped away from me, I quietly sobbed her name: Shelley . . Shelley . . . 17

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STORY #4 (12 tweets, 2 participants)

it looked at me and said something to me that I couldn't even look away from. “It's time, Tim.” 1 The last time I heard that, mom passed away. With no family left alive, who could it mean? 2Was that my mom? What did she mean? I never wanted to see the same face again. 3 But it was her. It was mom. But she’s been dead for over 10 years. Slowly I realized that can only mean one thing: 4I was about to get punished. I felt worried. 5 But I also knew nothing would equal the pain I caused her. I turned to the figure that I used to call mom and begged for mercy. 6She just stared at me. At that moment, I was sure that I was going to die the same way. I didn't have the right to speak. 7 but I could tell I was surrounded by doctors and nurses. At least I hoped that’s what they were. Still unable to move, 8 I could still feel everything—including the first slice from the scalpel and the leather-like scales on its six fingers. 9And then I realized that I was still alive. My mind still in uncontrollable danger, and my body felt like it was going to 10slip away, as if it was supporting the gravity of my mind. I started to talk to my mom. Then she told me about how everything was 11going to be okay. She had been so proud of me. I didn't want to be there. 12

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STORY #5 (10 tweets, 3 participants)

it looked at me and said something to me that I couldn't even look away from. “It's time, Tim.” 1 The last time I heard that, mom passed away. With no family left alive, who could it mean? 2Was that my mom? What did she mean? I never wanted to see the same face again. 3 But it was her. It was mom. But she’s been dead for over 10 years. Slowly I realized that can only mean one thing: 4I was about to get punished. I felt worried. 5 But I also knew nothing would equal the pain I caused her. I turned to the figure that I used to call mom and begged for mercy. 6She just stared at me. At that moment, I was sure that I was going to die the same way. I didn't have the right to speak. 7I just stared at her. The figure closed her eyes, and I felt a sharp pain in my neck. I was paralyzed. I was too scared to move. My 8heart was racing. A wave of fear flooded my body, and I quickly looked up. I was in a hospital, but the lights were off, 9 I glanced around my surroundings. Everything was dark. No beeping noises, no sounds you would usually associate with a hospital. I wasn't attached to any IV's or monitors, 10

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STORY #6 (8 tweets, 3 participants)

it looked at me and said something to me that I couldn't even look away from. “It's time, Tim.” 1 I realized the window was open. I could smell burnt metal. It’s arm and globule black eyes signaled it wouldn’t leave without me. 2“What the hell do you want from me?” I asked. The smile that the men had shown up might have been a disappointment to me. It 3looked at me and smiled, then let out a whimper and the hand reached out to me. I screamed and started running as fast as I could. I 4felt like I was being stabbed with a bone ring being strangled. My vision was blurry and I was trying to catch my breath. 5 The sun came out outside, and I could finally see inside the room. A room full of zombies, that's what I saw 6, half of them had been ripped to shreds. I ran up to them with grim determination. 7 I chopped most of their heads, but one of them byte me … I only had a few hours before I could turn 8

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STORY #7 (6 tweets, 2 participants)

it looked at me and said something to me that I couldn't even look away from. “It's time, Tim.” 1 I realized the window was open. I could smell burnt metal. It’s arm and globule black eyes signaled it wouldn’t leave without me. 2“What the hell do you want from me?” I asked. The smile that the men had shown up might have been a disappointment to me. It 3 At the front door, I broke the lock. Suddenly, it’s tongue was on the back of my neck, like a snake, curling up and around my ear. 4The skin on my face began to turn purple and my eyes were wide open. I let out a scream, and my chest started to rise. I was 5bleeding profusely. 6

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STORY #8 (5 tweets, 3 participants)

it looked at me and said something to me that I couldn't even look away from. “It's time, Tim.” 1 Deadline afoot 2 Was it my turn? My time to leave this world, my lord? Please send me on a last killing mission before my time is done 3. I have won...“This is your past, Tim. Let it take your mind. We have been waiting for you to make a promise to our act, 4as your passion continues on. Try to enjoy the last chapter of your life.” 5

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STORY #9 (4 tweets, 2 participants)

it looked at me and said something to me that I couldn't even look away from. “It's time, Tim.” 1 His deep voice is frightened me, what should i do jack? 2I shook my head and said “No honey, you have to take care of this you can go find out what the hell is going on.” He 3turned around and looked at me. 4

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STORY #10 (2 tweets, 2 participants)

it looked at me and said something to me that I couldn't even look away from. “It's time, Tim.” 1 he does it 2

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