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my choice

my choice

A Story by aya_lambert


My choice Death is not a choice; it comes randomly to random people. But my death was a choice. I could have lived longer, but I choose not to. I..
sticky situation

sticky situation

A Story by aya_lambert


On a cold and dim night, were no light shone. Not even a ray of light from the moon covered with clouds. I heard a noise, disturbing and horrifying. I..
who are you?

who are you?

A Story by aya_lambert


I felt pretty good about what I was doing. But then a voice asked “who are you? Why did you break in our house?’ I am a poor little ..