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They stepped out of the shadows and walked towards me. I was worried for my life. It looked at me and I could see it had anger in it's eyes. I was terrified. I started to run, but my legs couldn't carry me fast enough. I tripped over something that started to buzz and suck in air. My skin felt cold in the wind. What was it? Where was I? I couldn't even remember who I was anymore. Wait.. that's right. I'm Jeremy, the bwootiful ( or at least that's how I heard my mom say it) "baby", though I think I'm quite mature. I've been running from my mom for a while now. She's been trying to get my diaper on for ages, something I don't quite approve of. It's too bulky and doesn't make me feel right. I think the thing I tripped over was a vacuum , or at least that's what I'd heard, as I remembered my dad had said once to mom, " I'll go get the vacuum and clean the house, honey!" I don't know why my dad mentions honey to my mom all the time. It's kind of weird. Anyway, I must stop talking to you! My mom's almost caught up!
( PLeASE gIVE meEE BRAInLIESSTTT )
( PLeASE gIVE meEE BRAInLIESSTTT )
The essay is being drafted as the rules mentioned, the story will started with the following lines "the stepped out of the shadows and walked towards me".
How did the story began?
"He stepped out of the shadows and walked towards me," he was clothed in a brilliant blue suit and had ferociously twitching eyes. His blond hair was falling about his face with black highlights.
The moonlight made his nasty grin stand out even more. The man walked and came to a complete halt just in front of me. He raised his arms to the sky above and peered skyward.
He stared at the sky for quite a minute before looking me in the eyes and said something to me. 'I'm content.' He reached out a bony hand to me. As the blue suited man approached, it occurred to me that empathy was the finest weapon against him.
I raised my hands in the air and pointed at an imaginary object flying above my head. He went completely still. Our gazes collided.
He murmured something incomprehensible about TV once I realized he thought we were the same person. I dashed to my car, stepped inside, and closed the doors while he stared at the sky.
With a crunch of wheels, I squeezed the clutch and the car sped away. I was thinking about this man as I drove away. What kind of existence did he have? What was it that drove him insane?
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