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It was dark. Dante made her way upstairs to an empty room. She needed to stay awake. Dante had vowed almost a week ago she would never sleep again. So far, she had not, with the possible exception of a few chemical-induced naps. But here, with nothing to prevent her from dreaming, she would not. I don't want to know the future...not since my parents died. She was pulled back to the present by a considerable amount of pain. She had walked into stacked desk. Luckily, she was so small it barely wobbled.
Sitting in a corner, Dante tried to not sleep. But she couldn't help it...
She was running down a coridoor, surrounded by flame. Tears filled her eyes as the screams of doomed others filled her ears, and the sight of burning corpses filled her mind. The stench was terrible, that of death. But it was merely the stench of decay, it was the stench of burning death. Dante's voice joined the screams of those who were doomed. But her screams were different. Theirs were screams of dispair, while Dante's were of terror.
Dante was running again. It was too late for many, but she, and others, still had a chance to escape. While running, Dante knew it was too late. The Enemy had won. Collapsing onto the ground, Dante screamed. Her screams, screams of despair and pain filled the air. Her screams saved the lives of many, including her own. But Dante wasn't to know that, as she was discovered unconscious amidst a burning building she had come to call home...
Dante lay on the floor, asleep. But before long she began writhing and shrieking, as though in terrible pain. She twisted on the floor, arms and legs jerking erratically. Her breath caught in her throat, as though she was having some kind of seizure. Her screams filled the room, running down the hallway, through the upper level. Her movements turned up clouds of dust, hiding her from sight and choking her moreso than she was herself.
1-Decent spelling.
2-Decent Grammar
3-MINIMUM 100 word post.
Thankyou.)))
It was dark. Dante made her way upstairs to an empty room. She needed to stay awake. Dante had vowed almost a week ago she would never sleep again. So far, she had not, with the possible exception of a few chemical-induced naps. But here, with nothing to prevent her from dreaming, she would not. I don't want to know the future...not since my parents died. She was pulled back to the present by a considerable amount of pain. She had walked into stacked desk. Luckily, she was so small it barely wobbled.
Sitting in a corner, Dante tried to not sleep. But she couldn't help it...
She was running down a coridoor, surrounded by flame. Tears filled her eyes as the screams of doomed others filled her ears, and the sight of burning corpses filled her mind. The stench was terrible, that of death. But it was merely the stench of decay, it was the stench of burning death. Dante's voice joined the screams of those who were doomed. But her screams were different. Theirs were screams of dispair, while Dante's were of terror.
Dante was running again. It was too late for many, but she, and others, still had a chance to escape. While running, Dante knew it was too late. The Enemy had won. Collapsing onto the ground, Dante screamed. Her screams, screams of despair and pain filled the air. Her screams saved the lives of many, including her own. But Dante wasn't to know that, as she was discovered unconscious amidst a burning building she had come to call home...
Dante lay on the floor, asleep. But before long she began writhing and shrieking, as though in terrible pain. She twisted on the floor, arms and legs jerking erratically. Her breath caught in her throat, as though she was having some kind of seizure. Her screams filled the room, running down the hallway, through the upper level. Her movements turned up clouds of dust, hiding her from sight and choking her moreso than she was herself.