Grass, Sun, Clouds, Water, Sound, Universe, Schizoaffective Disorder.

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Prologue

She felt the sun on her skin, but she didn’t absorb it like before. She felt the grass on her feet, shoes in hand, but she didn’t really feel that grass, she didn’t feel the peace. But she felt that she could, that she would, unless she died first. They always reminded her that she might die at the end, and she would not be able to complete what she was supposed to do. She wanted to complete what she was supposed to do, but something held her back. She can do it though. She really can. But will she?

Book Two: A World In Which He Read Like A Story ( Prologue )

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Prologue

He swayed on his feet as he walked. Where was he? Where did the girl go? Pressure from above made him fall down.

“Who are you that tries to enter this kingdom?” A voice boomed.

The boy though did not speak. He was unconscious.

“Dan! What did you do?!”, A voice that was soft but shrill asked.

The man with his spear laughed haultly, but spoke, “what did I do? Another one tries to enter? What do expect from me? Too many of his kind have been entering, and all they bring is despair, weakness, and things we do not need”

“But this one is different, and we are not barbarians. You know the rules, let them enter, and let them die on their own”.

Ill: Woof ( Full ) Free

***WARNING MENTAL ILLNESS***

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Prologue

He's gone, and I don't think I will ever see him again. A small dog. A dog that I adored, but not enough. My mind played tricks on me. How? Well an illness occurred and at the time of giving him up, I didn't realize just how much I shouldn't have given him up, until he was in the back of a van, and I was with tears streaming down my face. The cries were of no use my will was gone. I wish he were here with me. I cry to have him, but I feel only a little of me having him. I can't recall many things. It must be because of my illness. He was a wonderful dog though. It was very nice being around him. He did things that made me laugh. He did things that all were really fine with me. Maybe not the ones of the home, but Dynamite was the boom. He was explosive. He moved around much sometimes. He sometimes barked very much at the people of the house. That's why I named him that. A chiweenie, and the cutest one ever. White and Tan. I will always want him to be with me.