Atop the building I stand. On its very peak. I look below and watch the cars as they pass, counting how many colors run through the road. I lower myself and sit, swinging my feet back and forth as they dangle from its edge, feeling the cold air of the night.
Blink, blink, blink. I see a plane pass as I look up to connect the stars. I used to think those were stars, too, when I was younger. Moving ones. I make beats as I clap my hands against the concrete I sit on, going along with what I hear in my head.
The ladder leading here stays still and silent through the night as I do nothing but look on. A faint smile can't help but appear on my face as time passes. I lie down, my legs still dangling. I cross my arms behind my head as I lay on them, closing my eyes.
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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)
