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Okay...so, i don't have a layout yet, but I hope you all like these stories. Now, nobody really knows that I write. I don't want people to judge me. I have only told this story idea to a few people, so if you are one of those people then you will know who I am. Please don't say anything. Alrighty. That's all. ENJOY!
  1. SecretWittyWriter SecretWittyWriter
    posted a quote
    March 23, 2012 3:42pm UTC
    Last day of the year
    Chapter 2
    I look up at the clock. Midnight. I grab my backpack and head out the door. I look back at my house from across the street. A single tear falling from my eye. I turn around and walk into the woods behind me. I have to find out that year. But how? Where the heck am I going? Where do I start? These questions keep repeating through my head over and over and over again. After about an hour or so of walking, I sit down on a tree stump. I have no clue where the hell I am, and it's cold. After a quick snack while sitting on the tree stump, I get up and keep walking.
    I look down at my watch. 2:30 AM. I walk about another half mile and find a good spot to lay down and go to sleep. I pull out the sleeping bag from my backpack, and curl up into a ball.
    "NO! NO! DON'T TAKE ME! MOM! HELP MOOOOM!" I tried to run away. I tried so hard but the hands just wouldn't let go. It was so dark. I couldn't see anything. Sweat was dripping down my face, but I was shivering at the same time. "HELP ME HE-"
    I woke up freezing cold. I looked up at the stary sky that I fell asleep with. But I didn't see anything. I looked to my left. It was too dark to see any trees. And wow, the wind must be blowing hard because it feels like I'm moving. And it's getting a bit harder to brea-I push my hand against the side of the sleeping bag. Then the other side. Then above me. I'm squirming around trying to find the opening. When I feel a strong hand bang against my side.
    "STOP YOUR SQUIRMING'!" A man yelled. My eyes got wide. I was being kidnapped...
    Oooh. It's getting pretty good. But this is just the begining. Sorry the chapters aren't longer guys. I'm kinda busy and I don't have much time to wite. But I hope you like the stories!

  2. SecretWittyWriter SecretWittyWriter
    posted a quote
    March 21, 2012 2:59pm UTC
    Last day of the year
    Chapter 1
    Every year. Every damn year I just lay in bed on my birthday crying my eyes out with my parents by my side. I mean, what more can I do. Everything. That's what. I never realized that I could be doing so much with such little time. A saying. A famouse saying-"Live every day like it's your last." that'e exactly what I'll do. Every year from here on out I will spend my birthday doing all the things that I love. All the things that I want to do so badly that nobody else gets to do. I'm scared. I'm scared because April 3 is two weeks away, and it could be my last.
    I spent half night thinking about what I should do on my birthday. I couldn't come up with anything. Amusement parks would be tiny compared to my last day of living. I just decided to give it a break for tonight. I crawled under the covers and drifted off to sleep.
    "Yes Mom." I said. God! My mom was always making me clean the house! I went to the closet and grabbed the broom and dust pan. I started sweeping the kitchen floor when Something started tugging on me. Or was it tugging on the broom? Anyways, it pulled me across the kitchen, through the living room, down the hall, into the basement, and in my parents office. It stopped right in front of that cabinet.
    Then I woke up. And there I was. Four years later. In front of that cabinet. I hadn't sleep walked in four years. But, I just had. And in front of the same cabinet. I reached out a clammy hand and pulled the cabinet door open. This time, though, the paper was right there. I opened it up and closed the cabinet. On the paper it said. "There is an answer. There is a year." I stared at the paper. What was I going to do for my birthday? Find the year I will die.

  3. SecretWittyWriter SecretWittyWriter
    posted a quote
    March 19, 2012 7:10pm UTC
    Last day of the year
    Prolouge
    My name is Josh. I am what you would consider a normal kid. Excpept for one thing.
    I have an expiration date. I was born thirteen years ago today. Most kids are happy on their birthday, but I celebrate my birthday every year, in fear. Because my "expiration date" has no year. Just a day. So that is my mission. When will I die? I know that there is some way. Some way to find out. But how?
    I found out about all of this just 4 years ago. I was nine years old and in the middle of the night I had a dream about someone...or something...leading me towards a small cabinet in my parents office in the basement of our house. I woke up to find myself standing in front of that very cabinet. I never sleep walk, but for some reason I did that night. I was confused. That was never a cabinet that I even thought about considering looking in. It has always just been there. I eyed the cabinet, and just stood there for nearly five minutes when I finally looked down at my shakey, outstretched hand that had just grasped the handle of the cabinet. I slowly, and carefully pulled open the door. I looked in with one eye opened, not daring having them both open, in fear of what I would see. I looked around in that small area, and saw nothing. I then opened up the other eye just the slightest bit. And then I saw something. A piece of paper sticking out from the corner of the little cabinet. I reached my hand in, and pulled it out. I unfolded the paper, my hands trembling like crazy. I looked down at the large piece of paper in front of me. I looked around the room. How could I have been so stupid? My birth certificate? Really? But then I noticed something that I hadn't see before.
    "Date of Birth April 3, 1998 Date of DEATH April 3, -----"
    That word "death" rang in my ear for what felt like hours. I stood there stunned. Until the light switch flicked on. I spun around to see my parents. Both with angry and scared looks on their faces.
    They knew. They knew the whole time.

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