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I was a former teacher/prostitute/cop/doctor/pizza delivery man/web designer/zoo keeper/mountain climber/soldier who lives in the city/suburbs/rural farm/strange town with a hidden secret and
Hello everyone, my name is a common name just spelled differently. I have a friend or two, but
I was tending to my rural farm, thinking back on the horrors I faced as a teacher/prostitute/cop/doctor/pizza delivery man/web designer/zoo keeper/mountain climber/solider.
I was on rural farm when I heard a noise from the forest. Naturally at 2AM I decided to check it out, in the hopes my childhood dog who went missing 15 years ago would be out there. I went into the woods, and I saw something that terrified me. It was tall, short, dark, glowing, I could see fangs on his face but it also
I ran away and called my friend, the one who ends up dying, and he decided to meet me in the suburbs. I went into my car and drove to the suburbs as I thought of a creative way to turn the monster into a helpful one so I can make a nice wholesome story.
I arrived to see my friend standing in his driveway, but something was wrong. He had two eyes instead of just the one, his burnt off leg had returned, and he
I drove away as fast as possible, closing my vintage penny collection in fear of it falling over. I called my other friend, who was in the big city.
I knocked on
Karl was talking about his epic fantasy novel, clearly ignoring my problems.
We got back in my car, driving past the small town with a secret because
We drove the car into the monster, but then I realized something. This was my old teacher buddy, Mr. Mackmon, who taught African American cultural studies and Spanish literature.
The monster started to cry, and eventually let go of Dom. We all hugged it out.
Everything was happy now, until I realized I needed a second part to this story.
Then I remembered.... Dom was homeless.
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