"Don't be afraid," said your mother. Blood formed beads on her face and her tears formed pools of agony. The image of war, the sudden urge to kill, has never been so potent. This is a story that informs you that not all stories have a happy ending. Based in Afghanistan, a story created for EndMaster's culture clash contest, and we intend to expand the story after that is over.
We apologize for the bad grammar, we ran out of time to proofread. Feel free to tear it apart and we hope you have fun reading it! (For fun you can try to guess which parts stargirl wrote and which parts Abgeofriends wrote)
Edit, I have fixed a few things but mainly want to re-post this because I want to.