Painfully, he changed "is" to "was.
Born a twin; Graduated only child.
"Male?"
"It's an old Driver's license."
Paramedics finished her text; "... love you too."
"Are some people just Born sad?"
We came. Had kids. He left.
*Click* One too many pictures.. *Click*
Old wounds. New sadness. New wounds.
He drank with his ring off.
Old friends. New School. Forgotten memories.
Let's prove them all wrong, okay?"
Make the most out of almost.
Orphan child, murderous wizard, vengeful redemption.
Ring. Church. Groom. "Where is she?"
Dinner for two, widower and memories.
Alcohol brought us together, and apart.
Introduced myself to mother today.
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Miscellaneous Stories
RandomDifferent stories concocted from a teenager in High school during classes.
