"It's not the speed at which you fall, it's the sudden stop at the end." Jack backed precariously towards the edge of the rail.
"You don't have to do this Ashley. We can work it out."
"No," she said with a smile, "we can't."
Jake was a loving and loyal dog; it was my son that he loved unconditionally. I shed many tears after he died saving my him from certain death. Jake licked the face of his boy until he passed. The pain is still too real.
"Well ain't you pretty as a picture."
"Did you get something to eat today?"
"You want something to eat?"
No one will be able to replace her when she is gone. Every moment is a gift and every memory burned into my brain.
(Author's Note: This story is based on my own grandmother whose mind slowly slips away every day.)
I don't know what people want to read and I don't really care. I just write it and let the world decide what's good or not. One life changed cancels out all the other misses. - Arthur Unk
"I'll take water with lemon."
The Manchurian candidate reacted to the sound of the subliminal phrase. Samuel didn't understand the company's use of fruit phrases; he just worked there. The assassin moved towards the table of the senator weapon in hand.
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Micro Stories: Volume 1Short Story
80+ micro-stories ripped from the mind and Twitter Account of Arthur Unk. The collection, as a whole, is best understood if you have some degree of ADD or ADHD. Multiple genres represented: horror, sci-fi, fan fiction, romance, erotica, poetry, aut...