"I'm sorry"
He pushed the trigger and the bullet pierced my powdered skin. I shattered from the impact. Revealing my gemstone limbs as I fall on the ground.
He walked and pointed the gun to my head, and I spoke my final words;
"W..h..y?"
"I'm sorry"
His tears landed on my face and once again he pulled the trigger. I saw the darkness...
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Realism
Short StoryFrom a beastly boy to a child made of gems, these array of stories will send you to a world where the people aren't what they seem. These stories are perfect for reading at bedtime, at recess, or at any time. But be warned, some of these stories ar...
