I caress her cold, pale skin as I whisper compliments to her; reminding her her just how beautiful she is, how much I love her hair and eyes. Her lips have cracked since the last time I saw her. Her eyes, glued shut. I have her now, though, and thats a dream come true.
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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)
