Hatred.
She felt as angry as a shark who had just lost its prey. As she walked down the hallway filled with happy people chatting excitedly, she felt like punching them all in their faces. Why were they so happy on such a terrible day? She roared with frustration in her head as she entered the small room. The tall walls were black infront of her eyes and seemed to be wanting to crush her between them. The dark damp room bursting to demolish itself, reflected exactly how she felt. Hatred.
This is a very short story so the chapters will be very short but I hope you enjoy.
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A Very Short Story: The Terrible Day
Short StoryHey guys, This is just a very short story that I wrote and please tell me if you like it or if you want me to improve as this is my very first story : )
