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     Eternity is a long time, from the beginning to the end. Beyond that even from the very first second that everything was conceived, to forever more. I have been alive for as long as I can remember. But what will happen as my eyes shut not to reopen ever again. Will that dash that I spoke of be worth what I spend so long afterwards be true to its worth. For my story will stop, eventually no one shall speak of me any longer. My stories my experiences, what I write and what makes me, me. Will no longer be worth the frame of time I was alive. I fear this, as should all. If I be damned how from this standpoint be any worse than the life I̵

In an alternate universe I choked on a Burger King chicken tender when I was four year old and died in my mom's arms before paramedics arrived on the scene. In an alternate universe I was born with a third arm and I became nothing but a lab rat. I run around to this very day not knowing what real sunlight feels against my skin. I beg and plead while I curl in a ball in the corner tears against the acts of science. In another universe on my 20th birthday a stranger bought me a winning lottery ticket. I hit the Jackpot of 280 million. I bought a mansion a Camaro. Repaid my debts and lived a life of wealth and lavished in high life until the e

        Let us say that our entire lives we wish to build a house. Let us speak of a nameless man. The nameless man started in a house with a family, Most people do, they have a mom and a dad, siblings, and the home is fully furnished that everything is perfect. Now fast forward years into this nameless man’s life, his mother and his father no longer love each other. They unintentionally rip apart the home that was built around as they storm off in different directions. But that's OK, the nameless man is young and full of hope, dreams, aspirations. But this is not a story about of hopes and dreams though I do say I wish it was. His pare

     Will her beauty to me ever be matched? Her gown was the most elegant, the most radiant blue, with bright yellow stars littering the enchanted cloth like the night sky itself. For she was the high witch she had to look the part and set herself aside from the other peasantry and lesser witches. But she was not unpleasant her presence was invigorating her smile breath taking. Her long silver hair flowed freely in the breezy of the southern valleys her green eyes matching the fresh spring grass. Her name was Andella Votell of the Southern States and her ambition made her want to rule the not only her statehood or the country but the entire e