I spent the whole week finding a proof.
In present – I found myself looking up in the sky.
Relaxed on my roof.
Believe me or consider this a lie
#She(Ms.White) came
Medium in height.
Standing erect.
Eyes declaring absolutely no fright.
White dress.
I couldn't stop the stare.
I couldn't focus on anything else.
I was thinking so less.
~She~
Calm in speech.
Voice pitched low.
Started the show –
Mr.Black wasn't bad,
He was just pure.
Mr.Black thought he was mad,
He was the one who really did cure.
He was a simple man,
And used to save people from turning black.
Always being misunderstood – he ran.
He became so weak, he wanted someone to lean.
I'm finding him inside every face masked.
He can't be so mean.
Do you want to join me? – she asked.
I thought and thought and thought
Literally what not
What to answer?
Second by second.....
Milliseconds...
Passing by...
Hm...
Should I enter that world...?
Or say good bye...
I'm going mad.
I'm becoming psy!
End #2
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Mr.Black
Short StoryMr.Black is a short story(suspense) written by a writer group 'four'. The story revolves around the fact that a boy enters a different world whenever he's on the terrace of his house, relaxing. New world? Who is Mr.Black? How do they relate each oth...
