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Death Of Dawn

       People walk over me, for I am a sidewalk. The memories of once being human and now I am trapped into my own reoccurring nightmare. Every night I see the same little girl walking down the alley way. Same time, same pace, same charm and same routine each and every day. The remembrance of this was incredible. I would love this moment until one evening things of the process changed and my purpose was known as I inherit a curse to suffer more pain and the only escape is to eliminate the people in my way of my happiness. 

         My past life I was human, I was ordered to execute a particular group of people I had to follow orders or become executed myself. I had no choice for I wanted to exist. Judging me to age on is as worthless as judging a dog to eat scraps every day just to continue. I was that dog that was eating scraps. The older days of witnessing the burning of this little girl as I want to glance away as her eyes melt as I felt the jolt of every nerve in my body start to circle and go crazy in such a emotion that I was wondering when was this nightmare ever going to end. I never wanted to be apart of such a evil regime. The events that unfold in my very eyes makes me sick to the core. My routine day in and day out was to watch bodies reduced to be crumbled and melted until their soul was vacant from the body. My time on Earth was dark, and the nights turned into years and the days turned into centuries. The time and pain I felt during the time was unbearable until I was shot in the back of the head. I felt nothing. No pain until I woke up to regain conciseness and felt the world in a whole new view.

         The girl in the sidewalk walking oh so softly must be my reward. No, I was wrong. The girl was led by two men to an abandoned building. I still had eyes on the little girl as I saw her get tortured and raped. I now have this scene playing over and over and hope one day the cycle breaks but it doesn’t and nothing changes from the scene. Why am I being punished for this? My story continues though as the cycle breaks.

          A new cycle emerges and explains a little girl named Dawn. Dawn was deaf, and she had no friends and was teased by 12 other students that went to her school. The school of 13 people. Dawn was the odd student out that was deaf and no sense of this world she was in and was bullied every day. I would tell her to run but she couldn’t hear me as the other students threw rocks at her and other students grabbed limbs from trees and whipped her with it while walking home after school would end. The walk to school was even worse as the students would throw eggs at her so she would stink the whole day and smash dirt in her hair to make sit in her own filth each school day. The Teacher would let this happen and just smirk or roll her eyes at Her when she would cry for hours on Her own desk. She would be sent to the outhouse to stand in it for the whole session because she stunk up the class. I couldn’t believe it but I felt my soul crying as I felt my body fading away from the scene for it just to repeat in another day. A dark shadow casts over me as I await a new message to a new cycle. I have no clue how this type of life works and I have no clue where I am. 

        I awake under a tree and I can feel my whole body again but this time my body is in shape of interchangeable smoke. This was surprising, but I felt avenges come over me as the darkness flowed through my invisible veins. The same thing happened from day to day but this day I have my existence in tact. I follow Dawn to school just to see her get kicked out again and go through the same humiliation routine. I entered the outhouse and told Dawn,

       “Don’t worry my child, I will avenge you.”

             I then entered the school, and I was right behind the teacher as she was teaching class. I stuck my arm right in her back as she was speaking to the class just to utter blood as the students saw my figure of a hand go through her back and out her front chest ripping her heart out in the process, holding it and then squeezing it as all the children scream with terror as the heart explodes. They all jumped up and started to scatter in every direction terrified out of their minds and I knew then they couldn’t see me so I grabbed one of the students by the neck and raised him in the air and then drove the little bastard through a huge nail flagpole as he died instantly when the pole entered his body when I swept him off his feet with such force.

          I didn’t stop there, I grabbed another student girl by the pigtails and swung her around the room to knock out four of the children then I bashed her head against the chalk board as her skull and brains scattered all over the chalk lessons as blood and body remains splashed everywhere. The rest of the students escaped and were running home. I quickly dashed outside and started chasing one of the students. I then threw my arms out as it stretched to reach his head and with my hand I made it bigger and placed it on the top of his head and then ripped his head clean off his shoulders. Another student tripped and twisted his ankle as he was running so I dragged him by the ankle and ran as fast as I could to another student while dragging him and I swung that student to collide with the student I was catching up too instantly killing them both as I repeatedly started swinging the student against the other student killing them both. There
was one student left as the four other students were knocked out still in the little chapel classroom. 

     The kid was hiding behind a tree, what a treat for me. This was the biggest bully of them all. The one that would encourage the others as they sometimes would grow weary of doing the same horrible things to a person a day. 

        “Please, mister! I don’t know who you are! Please! PL-PL-PLEASE!” Screamed the
little boy.

            I grabbed his head and slammed it hard against the tree then I grabbed his neck and raised him up on the tree as the back of his skull was scraping against the wood of the tree. I choked him and started to carry him back to the Chapel. I then threw him in the Chapel and set the chapel on fire with my mysterious elemental power of fire. I question myself, "I must be a demon." The Chapel School burns to the ground as all the students die. Tragedy stroked hard that day.  

           I went to the outhouse, and I opened the door for Dawn. There she was crying. I reached out my hand and told her everything was
going be alright and she reached for my hand as I held her tight with a hug. I whispered in her ear, "I know your pain and now you will join me in misery for I will make it sweet and worth your while and you will escape this evil world to a land with no feeling but happiness.  Hugging her tight I squeezed the LIFE out of her as I killed dawn. 

     The Death Of Dawn > 

           Trapped in misery with a friend. 


  1. Yes! Very evil indeed. I enjoy how far you take it in your stories.

  2. Sick, Twisted and demented just how I like my stories from Mr.Dyno

  3. The format is messed up in the middle on desktop

  4. might be messed up in the head hahahaha

  5. you are the sickest fuck ever dude

  6. I think this is twisted piece but very good in that per section of what material we can find online. This brings a new story to the table and I enjoy reading this series.


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