Father laid on his back, his fingers interlaced behind his head. He was staring up at he ceiling, as if prepared to initiate a round of sit-ups, or crunches. But he remained still, looking up at the ceiling. Its white, speckled features pricked the edges of his corpse, tearing small scratches into his existence. Father rubbed his arms for warmth while staring at the ceiling. Its devoid nature belittled him. It engulfed him.

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Sorry that it's a little long (okay, so it's more like an epic). But this is like the major point of this part. 

A list of current characters in our community! To have your character added to the list, just leave a comment to this post. If you don't have a separate journal for your character, just leave a link to your character's bio and/or your character's name.

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