Shortest Short Stories

¤that one boy¤

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This story contains some graphic imagery and suicidal content might trigger/disturb some readers.
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When I was younger, when I was much less wiser. When...he was still there

¤That one boy¤
{By Shekinah Kadumbo }

I lived on a small island where the only way off was by train. I don't remember it's name and the memory is lost. The same way I don't remember mum or dad. I do remember...there was a boy with big black wings that were torn and bloody. Short black hair that waved in the wind. He sat on the cliff of the island and pierced his eyes into the depths of blue just below. People would avoid him, and knew he wasn't from there. He never moved. Just sat there.

One night. I went to leave the broomstick outside and I saw him, he was standing at the edge. Keep in mind that I was a young; I had no clue about what was happening. I started at him with his shattered wings stretched out. He blocked the moonlight and formed a fretting shadow behind him.

He jumped. I don't remember the rest. I forget...every time I tell the the story...the story about,

That one boy.
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By: Shekinah Kadumbo

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