As the red drops of the liquid rose passed through the shattered remains of its porcelain cage a young girl let out a small cold laugh. Bending over to pick up the broken pieces of beauty she barely winced as they tore through her fingers, causing her own liquid rose to melt together with the rest. Moving to the back of her stone room the girl placed the broken remains into an empty vase before picking up a blood red one. Bringing the vase over to her window edge she placed it down and leaned over to pick a black and white vine lily. Placing the flower into the vase, she watched happily as it sunk into the dark liquid underneath.
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My Collection of Short Stories
Short StoryThis is just a series of short stories I have wrote while trying to come up with other stories. They are really short though so I hope that you lile them.
