Context: Wyatt's a ticking human bomb- and has just gone off
My face is wet, stained with the tears that roll down my face. I stare at the glass that's shattered around me. There is a delicate clinking sound that you would think to be wind chimes, but it's loose shards of glass falling to the ground at my feet.
I force myself to stand and dust off bits of glass from my jeans. Surveying the damage around me, I sigh.
All of the windows are shattered, the doors are falling off their hinges, and a long crack has appeared on the walls.
With whatever glass hasn't already shattered, a large web of hairline cracks splinter out, ebbing throughout the large windows of the crumbling store.
I make my way towards the exit of the grocery store, making sure to tread carefully. Every step I take sends a wave of pain through my upper left arm, and I hope that there isn't any glass stuck in there.
In the distance, I can hear police sirens.
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Short Stories: Here and There
Teen FictionA compilation of my ideas and characters into short and quick-to-read chapters! There'll be everything from across many different genres, but it'll be mostly romance and slice-of-life orientated. In other words, this is an "idea dump", these short c...
