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How To Write A Short Story : A Story?

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I was standing in the middle of a field, smiling at a beautiful girl. She had blue eyes like the morning sky, her lips were like two tulips intertwine, and her nose was a short yet straight like a river, the kind of nose that catches your attention. She had wavy brunette hair, as if it was part of the field. I couldn't help but smile, knowing she was all mine. She motion me towards her and as I near, she slowly moved away, as if moving towards something. I saw a big oak tree appear, standing behind her, giving off an intimidating stance. I follow her to it, and as we held hands, I felt the cold wind blow against my cheeks. I leaned in to kiss her, only she didn't do the same. I opened my eyes and saw the look of horror on her face. Next thing I knew, she fell onto the ground and a pool of blood seeped out of her white long dress. I held her close and cried, her hand rested on my cheek and whispered:

"The end is near.... Soon we will all... Perish. "

And that was the last thing she spoke of.

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I woke up to feel my clothes clinging to me as the sun drooped through my window. I looked at the time and it read 6 am. I sighed, it's been three years since I lost my girlfriend, Alison. Alison seems to haunt my dreams no matter what I do, saying those words over and over. I can never find peace. Maybe because I miss her, or maybe I feel guilty for not trying to help her. Alison was suffering from

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