Running. I am running. Barefoot but careful. My hair flows behind me. Everything feels like it is moving in slow motion. Everything seems right for a moment. Everything is blurry. It feels like the more I run, the more I forget.
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Short Stories
Short StoryMost of these are probably just from writing prompts I did for school I'm posting these partially because I have an impending fear of being forgotten so to remedy that I'm just publishing a series of equally mediocre short stories for the chance tha...
