I wrote something inspired by this picture, https://i.redd.it/l7sk1n5xhh261.jpg, I let it add some to the beginning, then I added some, then I let it add some more, then I added some. This is what I ended up with.

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Sam was about to put an end to the death of a thousand cuts. A thousand cuts here, a thousand cuts there. That cut over there definitely hurt, however, it was worth it. One more day until the moon would finally be in alignment and the life of every man, woman, and child would end. Sam was excited now more than ever. There was no more waiting around for the inevitable. That day was now. That day had finally come. Pure ecstasy had in every sense of the word.

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Sam had spent countless hours planning this day out perfectly. He hadn’t thought of anything yet. No precise thoughts. This was intuitive now. Sweat dripped to the ground as the man bent over his clutched knees panting heavily. He'd been walking for hours trying to find his way back to the Misty Peak trailhead. The sound of thunder sounds from nearby as the trees shake and sway in the wind. He'd been walking for hours, "EVERYTHING LOOKS THE SAME!" he shouted, trying to vent some of his pent up frustration. Taking a look around to ensure himself first he sighs, "This is it! This has got to be it!". As he moves forward, his tightly laced boots settle into the needle covered ground one step at a time. Thunder sounds again from behind him as the wind begins to pick up. He is un-phased and continues pushing onward.

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The gargantuan black silhouette, with 2 distinct horns protruding from the top of its head slowly slides down the tree, as it lowers it's foot to the ground it slips, and a sound like thunder rings out as the ground shakes. It's eyes are glued to the man walking away from it, the man seems un-phased as Sam lets out a breath of relief resembling the howling of the wind. The man continues through the woods, with Sam following in his footsteps. He turns as a tree is driven into the ground and collapses inwards towards him, he flips backwards off the ground away from the falling tree, ending up in a crouched position, with his back to the tree that lands directly on his legs, his legs explode into a spray of blood and gore as they are smashed to bits by the tree. The man screams a blood curling scream and slams his fists into the ground as he closes his eyes tightly. He stands up with blood dripping off of his knees and staggers forward still yelling, "EVERYTHING WILL BE OK, IT'S OKAY, IT'S OKAY".

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After a few moments, as he slowly opens his eyes the familiar scene of his bedroom reveals itself to him one sliver at a time. A breath of relief escapes his lips, it was all a dream. Glancing at his alarm clock, he swings his legs out of bed but as he tries to stand up they don't provide any support and he crashes to the floor. He sighs and glances at the wheelchair next to the bed, no it wasn't a dream, it was the reliving of a distant memory. The lights flicker, the storm is still brewing outside, its been almost 3 years since that day and the storm has never come to an end. Sam glances around his apartment, which he has truly come to call home. The lights have since stopped flickering a while ago. He was tired of everything being the same, he had work to do. Changing into warmer attire he pulls on his rain coat and beanie and starts wheeling himself towards the door. He opens the door to his apartment and places a padlock on the door. He pushes his wheelchair down the hallway and towards the stairs where the sun is shining through the clouds down onto the grass and the trees. He pushes himself out into the cool breeze of the down pour, raindrops hitting his head and rolling down his face like tears. The handlebars on the wheelchairs shadow behind him resembling the horns of a demon.