Is one of my favourite stories I wrote it when I was 8 (I’m now 15): D and have decided to fiddle and bring it up to date for the readers of this website 
It has Dark moments, romantic scenes and violence. Kyle Law
Rated: 12+
——————The Sorrow’s of Death!———-
Who Says You Can’t Cheat Death?
My name is Capac Welling…
…And I have a unique talent since the age of 12, I was able to visit a different place. A world of the dead, I told my parents but that got me a month session with a psychiatrist. I was silent after that and kept my head low. I’m 15 now and my supernatural ability has demanded more of me, it didn’t leave me it got more powerful.
I started to see peoples’ death simple contact a handshake and I might see a heart attack, any contact with bare skin and that person’s death is revealed.
My parents died when I was young only 10. People believed my seeing of this world of death was a relapse of my mind so i could grief my parents death. I was soon passed from foster parent to foster parent at 14 I left, I never looked back. I’m older now understand more, able to control the curse that has been placed upon me.
I’m heading to a library a good place for me to go to learn and keep up to date with news and regular deaths.
Library’s always have that quite effect when you walk in the librarian looked up at me sneered and went back to typing on the computer I sigh taking no comfort in her death by mugging I sat by a table after grabbing one of my favourite Darren Shan books and began reading my eyes slowly began to flicker to the time when a cute looking girl sat near me “Ama” she said and stuck out a hand automatically, I shook it forgetting I had taken my gloves off to read even. Though it was the briefest contact there was a flash I closed my eyes when I opened them I was in a shopping mall screams I became aware of screams the girl Ama was backing away but from what I moved from behind her and focused my eyes on her target. At first I thought it was a large eagle but when I focused it had no feather just bones scraps of its own flesh (I hope) dangled from its bones the smell of rotten meat filled the air it flapped lazily and as Ama turned to run it pounced her screams filled my ears scraps of flesh was tossed high into the air intestines were dragged out and tossed to one side the girls screams died down and the creature turned swallowing something hole and searched for it’s next victim I stared at Ama ripped in to mouth frozen In a deathly howl a tear rolled down my cheek. There was a flash and I was back at the library.
“And you are?” Ama asked.
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