Jayda stumbled upon a portal while exploring her old home. The second she stepped through; she felt an overwhelming feeling of dread. She found herself standing in her childhood bedroom, but something was different. The room was dimly lit, and everything was covered in a layer of dust. As she turned to leave, a figure appeared. It was a distorted version of herself from the past, staring at her with lifeless eyes. Jayda tried to run, but the entity caught her with its claws. She was trapped in her past life forever, tortured by the person she used to be.
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Sara Chieffallo
Constantly having that “tip of the tongue” feeling, or being able to flesh out thoughts in your mind only to have them come stumbling out when you speak can be frustrating. Regular writing can keep this from happening.
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