You become sweaty and you feel like to slump on your couch to cry for help and desperation. Your eyes become unjust, you keep on looking around without an specific place to stare at. You’re gasping for air as an imaginary rope strangling you to asphyxiation. Your heart is aching inside a room as you’re congest by the lack of air and strength. Thoughts are running inside your mind and you couldn’t do anything.
Your heart races because you worry about the future. You worry what would happen next. You worry what would you become. Or what would it becomes.
YOU ARE READING
100 Words in 100 Stories, eh?
Random[COMPLETED] Another book for compilation of stories but of maximum and minimum of just 100 words each stories. Book language is preferably English. Also, provides different genres. *** Related Stories: Really, 200 Words in 200 Stories, yeah?, Volum...
