Once upon a time, there lived a young girl named Lara. She had always been fascinated by parallel universes and intrigued by the idea that countless other worlds might exist alongside our own. She would spend hours every day drawing and thinking about them. As she grew up she wanted a career in NASA. As a woman, she was downgraded a lot and told to give up on her dreams.

As a strong individual, she kept going and fought to keep her respect. One day she gets a call that would change her life. NASA accepted her and told her she could start working the next day. She was extremely delighted and had already packed up.

The next day she headed off to NASA and suddenly a car crashed into her car. Fortunately, she wakes up but realizes that she is somewhere else... A parallel universe. She sees very modern cars which are floating! The people who surround her look at her funny and start to call the authorities. She gets picked up by these "cyber-armed" men and taken to an interrogation room. Lara gets questioned a lot but has no answers. While the people interrogating her take a break she starts to escape. Once she does she walks out of the room and takes a gun that is lying on the floor she hears footsteps and out of fear fires the gun which goes straight into an unknown person's chest. Lara is shocked to realize the person he has shot is none other than her version of herself in this parallel universe...

As an 85-year-old man, death has always come for me. I think it now can reach me after all its time trying. Every day I wake up thinking about how many days, hours, and seconds I have left. Every second scares me. The only thought in my head is if I have enough time. I try to make the most of my time by always meeting my son's family. I have kept a grave secret from them and that is that I have a serious disease that can't be cured.

My son always tries his best and his children are like him. I never thought I would have enough money to feed him when he was a child. Now he has a business and everything so I think he'll be okay when I leave.

I love you, son...

In the realm where darkness reigns supreme,

Where whispers die and dreams dissolve,

There lies a dance with no escape,

A poetic rendezvous with Death.

Oh, Death, thou art a beguiling dancer,

With steps that linger in the depths of sorrow,

In your embrace, we find solace and fear,

For you are the harbinger of the unknown.

In twilight's hue, you paint a poignant scene,

As souls tremble, entranced by your allure,

From the shadows you emerge, silent and serene,

Casting ethereal spells, both delicate and pure.

With each pirouette, you claim a life,

A fragile thread severed, destiny entwined,

Yet, in the emptiness you leave behind,

We find the essence of what it means to be alive.

In the whispers of departed souls,

In the hymn sung by a grieving heart,

We grasp the transience of our mortal coil,

And embrace the beauty, before we depart.

Oh, Death, you are a muse of bittersweet,

You caress our fear with gentle embrace,

Through your dark dance, we seek to understand,

The fragile beauty of our human race.

So, let us waltz with shadows, hand in hand,

In the ballroom of eternity, where time stands still,

For in the dance of Death, we learn to cherish,

The fleeting moments, and embrace life's thrill.

As an orphan, I don't exactly get the best stuff either it gets old or Billy takes it away from me. You might be wondering who Billy is. He is just another orphan in our orphanage who thinks he's the boss of everyone. I've always been adopted but then given back as I don't "fit in". It's just another way of saying that they don't like me. No one likes me, I always sit at the back of everyone. I rarely talk and mostly listen.

Everyone always thinks I'm weird since I never show any emotions. Which I think is why families think I don't "fit in". One day Billy started to act kind to me which was suspicious. I thought he realized how he had tortured many kids and wanted to change his ways. At the same time, I realized this was the boy about to throw a kid off the building. He told me to follow him and not say a word. He told me that since I was his dear good friend he was going to take me to the beach. Before I knew it I was thrown into a bus and knocked out. In my last moments, I could see Billy receiving money from a guy wearing a black hoody.

I hid all my emotions and tried to stay calm. 3 armed men on the bus were talking to the guy wearing a black hoody let's call him "Hoody" for now. Hoody hid his face and sounded like he had some voice changer. Hoody started to tell me how I was going to help him. I was completely dazed by what was happening. He started to tell me about his plan to rob a bank. Once we reached the bank they told me to go in and help them in whatever they do. I couldn't defend myself from these people as I literally was walking twigs. Which meant I had to do what they said. When we went in everyone was in sudden shock. All I could hear were gunshots, prayers, and screaming. Police came in and took the people I came with down.

What I had to do was to go into the armory and shoot these people. Since they were down I could just run away from this which I did. Sadly, the cops got me and put me down. The next thing I know I am in court. Sentenced to 2 years in juvie. No one is there to cry or defend me. No one is there to care for me. In my cell the tears continued to fall, drowning any joy that once existed. One thing I learned is that not all stories have happy endings.

As an orphan, I don't exactly get the best stuff either it gets old or Billy takes it away from me. You might be wondering who Billy is. He is just another orphan in our orphanage who thinks he's the boss of everyone. I've always been adopted but then given back as I don't "fit in". It's just another way of saying that they don't like me. No one likes me, I always sit at the back of everyone. I rarely talk and mostly listen.

Everyone always thinks I'm weird since I never show any emotions. Which I think is why families think I don't "fit in". One day Billy started to act kind to me which was suspicious. I thought he realized how he had tortured many kids and wanted to change his ways. At the same time, I realized this was the boy about to throw a kid off the building. He told me to follow him and not say a word. He told me that since I was his dear good friend he was going to take me to the beach. Before I knew it I was thrown into a bus and knocked out. In my last moments, I could see Billy receiving money from a guy wearing a black hoody.

I hid all my emotions and tried to stay calm. 3 armed men on the bus were talking to the guy wearing a black hoody let's call him "Hoody" for now. Hoody hid his face and sounded like he had some voice changer. Hoody started to tell me how I was going to help him. I was completely dazed by what was happening. He started to tell me about his plan to rob a bank. Once we reached the bank they told me to go in and help them in whatever they do. I couldn't defend myself from these people as I literally was walking twigs. Which meant I had to do what they said. When we went in everyone was in sudden shock. All I could hear were gunshots, prayers, and screaming. Police came in and took the people I came with down.

What I had to do was to go into the armory and shoot these people. Since they were down I could just run away from this which I did. Sadly, the cops got me and put me down. The next thing I know I am in court. Sentenced to 2 years in juvie. No one is there to cry or defend me. No one is there to care for me. In my cell the tears continued to fall, drowning any joy that once existed. One thing I learned is that not all stories have happy endings.