That was the first feeling. Sitting there surrounded by the muted sounds of yelling and the feeling of hot tears. Red, being the only color visible. Angry gestures being thrown about, trying and failing to be heard. It was a lost cause, making an effort to get this one simple point across. Something was within her grasp, writhing. She was so close to being heard, to finally be listened to. Her hands felt hot and wet. Red was the only color visible. Suddenly, things fell quiet. Her heavy breathing echoing in the room, the sound of one heartbeat furiously pounding in her ears. She then sat down dropping the hammer, letting blood trickling down to her finger tips. She then spoke in the quiet calm, finally being listened to.
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Hello :) so this is kinda along the lines of what they will be like. Some will be longer than others, and I'll post as frequently as I can, especially if you all find it interesting. They are kind scenario based really, like a snippet of scene. Let me know what you think!
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A Series of Unrelated Short Stories
RandomRecently, I had a friend tell me that I should post some of the short stories I showed her, and so I am. I do not write often, but when I Do I will try and post it here. The stories may often be dark or sad, those are just more fun for me to write...
