Bodies scattered, everywhere.
Blood spilt, careless.
Survivors? Few.
Every whisper of haunted air, chilling you or her to the bone.
A shiver of the spine and felled tear down her pale face. A loss of a life dear to hers. A loss of a life dear to all.
A loss of a friend's life... a brother's life.
All voices were quiet; silenced by shock of sudden agony. The wailing alarms behind could not compare to the tearing loss in their hearts.
Now, faced with the truth of what had become of them, and of the ones left behind in the rubble, the five who remained exchanged fearful glances; they at once knew that their lives had been forever changed, but for better or for worse?
[This was originally going to be chapter zero of Griffin Tail, and the story was going to be about the main characters gaining powers after a train wreck, but me being so indecisive, I changed the story to the school idea. 🤷🏼♀️
Now about a year later, I'm using the idea for a new story called The Unfortunates :))
Stay amazing]
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Short Story (and poetry) Collection
RandomSometimes when I have a weird or sad or scary thought, I come to this book and I write it down in whatever form it takes. There are sad poems, 500 word thrillers, a few tired old stories I wrote when I was 13-14 and some very short descriptive piec...
