Alysia Ramirez
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I use to LOVE writing and I would read and read and read. Becoming a mom and wife has taken time away from things I use to have time to do, so I am here trying to get a little bit of me back.
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This was my life, nothing exciting. I was sitting at my desk counting down the last few minutes of work until I could clock out while chatting on a thread that I had joined about people living boring lives, wanting something different. We complained about our lives but never did anything to actually change them. 5PM, time to go home, feed my cat, microwave my dinner, sleep and repeat. Walking to my car I noticed there was something on my windshield. A little, black, leather notebook. Confused, I grabbed it and looked around, I was alone in the parking lot. The cover of the black notebook read “Hello Jupiter.” I was intrigued and rushed into my old but reliable, rusty SUV and cranked it on. Winters in Chicago can be deadly cold. I opened the book to the first page and read:
By Alysia Ramirez5 years ago in Horror
