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StoryChapter 9: Crash Into Blackness CrisCarter011 years 5 months ago
StoryChapter 8: Regret CrisCarter011 years 5 months ago
StoryChapter 7: Depression Help For Strangers CrisCarter011 years 5 months ago
StoryChapter 6: Unintentionality of Life CrisCarter211 years 5 months ago
StoryChapter 5: Fun With Cliff CrisCarter011 years 5 months ago
StoryChapter 4: Juliet and I CrisCarter011 years 5 months ago
StoryChapter 3: Waiting For Life CrisCarter111 years 5 months ago
StoryChapter 2: Alone As Ever CrisCarter011 years 5 months ago
StoryChapter 21: Something to Cry About, and Something to Die About CrisCarter011 years 5 months ago
StoryChapter 20: Aftermath CrisCarter111 years 5 months ago
StoryChapter 19: Repeated History CrisCarter111 years 5 months ago
StoryChapter 1: Birds Don't Love CrisCarter411 years 5 months ago
StoryChapter 18: First Date CrisCarter011 years 5 months ago
StoryChapter 17: Dead Dreams and Beliefs CrisCarter011 years 5 months ago
StoryChapter 16: Carried Away CrisCarter011 years 5 months ago
StoryChapter 15: Sudden Rush CrisCarter011 years 5 months ago
StoryChapter 14: Truth CrisCarter011 years 5 months ago
StoryChapter 13: First Meeting CrisCarter011 years 5 months ago
StoryChapter 12: Liar! CrisCarter011 years 5 months ago
StoryChapter 11: Bittersweet CrisCarter011 years 5 months ago
StoryChapter 10: Mouse Gone Bad CrisCarter011 years 5 months ago
Story24: The Pact CrisCarter211 years 5 months ago
Story23: Near Death and New Start CrisCarter011 years 5 months ago
Story22: Despicable Me CrisCarter011 years 5 months ago
CollectionRegaining Natalie CrisCarter011 years 5 months ago

My stories

24: The Pact

The door slammed nearly thirty minutes ago, yet I continued to sit on the side of my bed and smile. When Cliff walked in, I was still laying down and crying.

23: Near Death and New Start

Though it seemed impossible, the rain managed to pick up even more. It was blowing in multiple directions, and a couple of times entered the cave.

22: Despicable Me

My eyes were sore from all of the crying. Right when I left Austin and headed toward Cliff I began to suspect... suspect what?

Chapter 21: Something to Cry About, and Something to Die About

I stood at the beach angrily as Ida left. My depression was taken over by a short burst of anger, and that was at least enough for me to function.

Chapter 20: Aftermath

“Hey, Ida.” “Austin?”

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