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SMOSH - The Dread: The Tears -Anthony graoned and grabbed his hurting knee. What the hell just happened? He pulled his head back to the right position, feeling very much woozy. Then he got a terrifying flashback of a dream that made his body sweat through all the pores... he took a heavy breath, when all terrible gore detials, including a sight of Ian spitting blood on the desert highway and himself being absoultely detrmined to coldly watch his best friend crawling in despair.SMOSH - The Dread: The Tears - by Mag889
His breath sped up dangerously so he sighed in the twilight. His hands, arms and armpits, everything was wet. Was this a dream too? How could he know? The damn dream was so realistic... but now he KNEW it WAS a dream, from lying in agony in a ditch to hugging his possesed friend it was all a horrific nightmare.
„Iaaaaaaaan!” He cried into the night without any conscious control. His voice broke down into a squeak but he couldn't stop. „Iaaaaaaaaan!” He repeated.
A noise, mumbled curses and a loud thud acompanied door
|So yeah... In a year or two, maybe You my Freind or a Stranger, can help me to get a premium membership. |
Because this is my Goal here.! Get rid of this awful half-greenish shade default settings for a year! Only You can help me! Thank you for whatever You're doing here
I'm just a *humble* (;d) Writer who likes to play with words/worlds and occasionally draws half-naked men.
Also, if I get enough money myself to buy the membership I'll be able to share gathered points and buy people all these presents instead of giving Llamas all the time!