She was surrounded by the smell of death, the hungry maggots, and the putrescent black that dripped its cold wetness onto her face. ... The dream had been so real; she could still feel the stinging cold from the man's touch, her nostrils still consumed by the odor. ... Everything was as it should be, there was no trail of warm, sickly blood dripping its way steadily down the stairs, there were no wintry breezes that stung her body, and there had been no dark figure waiting for her. ... Still shaken from her dream and not wanting to be left alone Vivian followed cautiously behind his sur...

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• Grade Level: High School

I can still remember the nights that i would wake up cryin for my mother. ... I loved it there. ... The first day i met her she was wearing a bright yellow windbreaker with black spandex pants. i remember laughing to my dad about how she looked like a bumble bee. ... During my kinergarden year i had expierned a loss that still emotionally upsets me to this day. ... It was my dad, lisa and myself living there. ...

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• Approx Pages: 14
• Grade Level: High School