Here’s the next section from the “novel” I wrote one winter in high school.
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“Wow,” I breathed, almost speechless. “That was great. You have some imagination!” The story had definitely moved me.
“Who says I made it up?” Justin asked.
“Personally I would have added more sex and violence,” Karl said. “But I definitely liked the part when William chopped their heads off and blood was spilling all over the floor. It was vivid, and of course, I like all that gory stuff.” He smiled.
“I swear you have a one-track mind,” Jill muttered.
“Yes,” Karl admitted. “And it’s such a wonderful track to be on. I think I’ll stay awhile.” He laughed.
“It was sad,” was Don’s only comment on Justin’s tale.