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The Immortal Effect
"Progeria"She whispered stunned that a single word could be the reason for Daemon's endless frown.
When the man in black remained silent Teara asked, " Is that some sort of illness"
"How very perceptive of you," the man in black said sarcastically.
"What is it?" Teara insisted angrily
The man in black remained silent he was getting sick of this small talk, he smiled darkly and he was getting sick of this girl. But there was no fear in her face just eagerness to know more the man laughed.
"Progeria or to be more exact Gilford Progeria Syndrome means premature aging for some 30 patients around the world, they usually die at 13 and the physical age of 75 for reasons unknown until now."

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“So which one of you cold bastards want to die first.”

Of course no one said anything with the exception of Teara who hissed, “Give me a break!”

“Jeez Teara there is a time and a place.” Thought Shaylee with a sinking terror that her sister was going be the first to die.

Miraculously he passed he passed over her, she was not who he was looking for. As he looked each one in the eye the hate his eyes exceed past insanity. He stopped at Shaylee….He stopped at Shaylee. Oh no! Her heart was going to run right out of her chest and keep going down the silent hall leaving her dead before she could be shot.

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Of Dad’s many arguments with Teara, washing the dog was in there somewhere but first she would have to remove all the mats close to the skin and hard as bone a heavy-duty razor wouldn’t cut through. She claimed she didn’t want to hurt Winston.

“To cut off the mats I would have to cut off the skin, honestly Dad wanting me to kill my own dog.” Shaylee shook her head disapprovingly, turned off the T.V. and threw a blanket on Teara. Teara had given up on such a little thing. Shaylee could no longer look up to her older sister.

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She passed Teara on her way to her room. Teara still had make-up slopped on her face, the T.V. was on full blast, she had no blanket on that hard couch and she was out cold. This usually meant her rooms’ smell had become unbearable and she was torturing herself again. She had a dog that was nearly as old as she was, Winston loved to dig in his own remains, he spread it all around her room and Shaylee didn’t even want to think about was in that matted fur. Of course Winston had followed her and was now curled up at her feet.

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Teara had made Casserole again about the only thing she could make. Still it had been devoured by Dad and mom despite the lack of variety it was usually tasty and today she had decided to make it tasty. Shaylee scraped of the top leaving behind the vegetables. After eating she remembered it was her day to cook….or was it? Oh well, at least someone remembered the Grayfolds needed to eat and that was all that mattered. She got ready for bed with the intention of being there until noon.

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Never mind you'll be fine and I will get left behind

Never mind read all of them until you get bored.

Beauty of the Storm

Ok just so you know I jump in and out of stories alot so don't be confused if I suddenly change stories on you, it's just how I think.

The silver doors flew open and flooded Wilhelm with anxiety; he stood respectfully for a proud, hawk like woman who seemed to be roughly 10 years elder than him. He thought “this is the woman who would by no fault of her own imprison him, this is my betrothed.” To his astonishment she was pursued by two others a round-faced man with a slender mustache and the beauty he dragged after him was a lady who was at slightest 7 years younger than Wilhelm, she had a mass of abyss hair and bright true blue eyes.

The proud woman halted scarcely short of the throne and inclined slightly, the man duplicated her example stooping near to the ground struggling to force a bow on his daughter.

The beauty stubbornly would not budge, it seemed as if the struggle was going to be a dilemma with her parents who were hysterically whispering words such as “your humiliating us you wretched girl.” and “Don’t you scare away the greatest suitor of all.” The family after several moments of squabbling appeared to remember that the prince was a humanbeing with reactions reminiscent of revulsion, anger or intolerability.

Three faces gazed up franticly at the prince who to the parent’s great relief and to the beauty’s fury was laughing.