The End

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Things have gotten pretty bad for Stephanie, what's left but to end it all. But what if....

This story is just that, A story (as in FICTION), but should nonetheless be taken VERY seriously. It's Copyright 2002, by ME (JulieChristine) and was inspired by events in my own life, and the lives of others I know. All characters in this story are completely fictional, as are the events described herein.

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I hope it goes down as more

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I hope it goes down as more than an alternate ending... The two stories came from the same place in my mind, and the same events of my life, but I want them to be 2 different stories. They may parallel in many ways, and look a lot the same, but they are different stories, with different endings, and they come from a place deep in my soul.

I release stories under different pen names based not only on the message/story they convey, but also the level of achievement I feel the writing quality has archived. I have always felt that my Julie Christine stories were my most powerful pieces and the few bits of words that I feel show that I can actually archive something.

There are 2 more stories, that I feel are of a "Julie Christine" Caliber that are currently on my "list of projects to finish". One of them will quite possibly deal with suicide and self mutilization, but come from a different angle, and hopefully have more "meat" to it. The other project, while more than likely best considered a DARK story, will not contain any of those themes, and will hopefully be of my best work yet.

-HuGgLeS- And thank you John, for your kind words, and for everything you do, by always having something "good" to say.

-P/KAF




"She was like a butterfly, full of color and vibrancy when she chose to open her wings, yet hardly visible when she closed them."
— Geraldine Brooks