My husband gave me this peach, candy-scented wedding gown. Its skirt is freckled by pearls, decorated by flowers sown in a pattern. Every night, a report of a woman in a peach wedding gown comes on in the news. The only two survivors of the mass murder case reporting that it smelled of candy. Today, I check my closet. I see my precious dress tattered and soaked in blood, with another woman dawning it.
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Short Stories (reconstructed)
Short StoryThis is a reconstructed anthology of the randomly generated stories I had in mind during 2015. (Read segment title for the list of unsettling content in each category)
