Prolouge

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He was pitching forward, falling through thin air. The wind whistled past his ears, teasing his hair and playing with his clothes. The ground came faster and faster and faster. Closer closer closer. He shut his eyes tight, frantically clawing at rock for any handhold, anything to insure his safety. But he was still falling, his hands now bruised and bleeding, his efforts seemingly futile.
It was at times like this someone would usually flip through the book of memory lane. Thinking of regrets and accomplishments over life. But no, there was only one thought on his mind

Survival.

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K so here's the Prolouge! Sorry if it doesn't make much sense, but you gotta keep reading!
K so this is just a story my sister came up with, and I hope all my readers like and enjoy it, if u think it's crap ( and I don't blame you) u can tell us so we can approve our writing a bit,
But we may be slow at updating, but I swear to u we will finish this book, it just may take awhile.
Plz tell us what u think and I hope u all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it! ;D

Over The EdgeOnde histórias criam vida. Descubra agora