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Writing a short story now. going to do each sentence three or more ways and your going to pick which one you like best. Then I do the same thing with sentence number two and so on until I have a complete story. Get it? Got it? Good

Sentence number 1

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>There's a certain elegance that pertains to anything involving the dark end of the human experience.

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>Its human nature to seek the light, but there are a rare few that find their comfort in the dark.

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>He felt as though living in the light wasn't for him and for this reason adopted the night as his ally.

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>He always thought of the darkness as his ally, sometimes he was go out at night and sit in the middle of the woods so he could just be alone and surrounded by the blanket of cover that only exists for lack of anything else.

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First 200 words from your novel
GO!

>The thing that sucked about following orders was you never knew if you were doing the right thing or not. The nice thing about it was it didn't really matter either way: You were just following orders. This is something Conner had been reflecting on over the last couple years on the force. In his darkest moments alone in his apartment he admitted that this philosophy was just a cop out to avoid confronting a bigger revelation. His cure for this dilemma was to spend his free time at bars and strip clubs, always sure to be too blown out of his mind to do any sort of critical thinking.
>There was a time when he tried to work things out, but when he realized that best answer he was ever going to come with was "Shits just fucked" so he gave up on that. It was a weird time in his life, a time with singing and prayers and having his forehead dabbed with water. For a while he thought it was working and he was becoming more at peace. One day at home alone however, he was laying down before bed with the bible open. He wasn't sure if it was a passage from the book or just a lingering thought that hit him, but he threw the book against a wall then left his apartment and picked up a hooker an hour later.

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