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Something was following me, it made my heart pound with a feeling of
dread. The sun was bright in the sky. I stood on a lonely street.
I took a hesitant step. I could feel it move, watching me. A murky
darkness out of the corner of my eye, right beside me. I walked faster.
I couldn’t outrun it, It was right there.
I stopped and looked to my left.
I heard a voice whisper, “ You can’t run from yourself.”
I looked down, and my shadow looked up at me and waved.
About the Creator
S. L. Kirby
I have always loved crafting stories. When I turned twelve I decided I wanted to become an author. I am so lucky that I am able to live that dream and to enteratain others with my Tales.




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