no. this was a dream. just a dream. had no one seen this?
nonetheless, my feet take control of my body and i find myself sprinting towards the green room. the sound waves vibrate under the soles of my feet, making me tremble. how was i going to break it down to her?
when it boiled down to it: sheila was my friend of four years. she need to hear this, she needed my support.
"sheila!" the crowd parts like moses himself was walking through. i see her talking to charlemagne in a desperate temperament, her voice animated.
"you're next, sheila. there was...a threat in the washroom..." i pause to control myself. the tears o b s c u r e her face, she didn't deserve this.
no. one. did.
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unbridled [completed]
Short Storyu n b r i d l e d : ʌnˈbrʌɪd(ə)ld/ adjective uncontrolled ; unrestrained [ lowercase intended I completed I short story I thriller ] ©smokestung