3 Works by Mayf3ields
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Dustin lifted his head, and right there in the wall, staring back at him was that goddamn Grandfather Clock.
Shit. As if things couldn’t get any worse.
He slowly got up. He couldn’t do much more than stand there and stare at the first sign of his death embedded in the wall. He wanted to back away, he wanted to run. He wanted to scream.
He couldn’t do anything, though. He was heartbroken, he was overwhelmed, he was going to die. And he was 14. -
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Hi journal. Or diary. Whatever. My mom thought it would be a good idea if I kept this journal, diary thing, to…cope, I guess. I’m supposed to use it - or, you - to basically write out my problems.
I’m Max. Maxine, technically, but everyone calls me Max. When I said I’m gonna write out my problems to you, that basically means I’m gonna write out my life story. At least, the last few years. Hell. -
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Dustin’s peaceful sleep was interrupted by a sound. A muffled bang. He didn’t know exactly what it was at first, but whatever it had been was loud enough to wake him.
He slowly looked around, still coming to his senses. When his eyes landed on his bedroom window, he let out a short scream, more of a gasp, before realizing what, or who was there.
Max Mayfield, one of his closest friends, was knocking on his window from outside.