My name is Paul, and I have had terminal brain cancer for some time. The light in my life has died. I will soon meet my end at the age of just 20. My friends and family have both mourned in my suffering. I only wish they never knew me; I would rather die alone than have others sadness living on. Being battered and beaten by my father as a child never helped my outlooks on life. All things set aside, I start to feel something and see things and remember bible passages that I learned in Grade and Middle school. Then the light envelopes my room, and I feel no more sadness; only the warmth of a warm sheet on a cold day with a cup of coco. I was there looking down on me. I died. Then I woke up...
(A/N My new editor is: DaemoN67)
Grammatical errors.
Grammatical errors everywhere.
Good story though.
What, Trixie in this story? Aside from that, good story by now.
A bit too rushed
I think you need an editor. I can edit it for grammar and the such, if you like, because I like this story.
...beautiful the feels
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(Joke) Alt. Title: Wanna B Ur Lovr's Lite
Sounded like a Call of Duty execution. Lol. Nice descrip.