Why do people leave? They say they'll stay forever, but they still leave. Does everyone eventually leave someone else? Or do we do it voluntarily? We shouldn't leave anyone why do it though? Leaving into the sunset is anyone's dream, but this isn't the way it is in reality. It's dark, cloudy and haunted. It's a road that never ends until you find home again.
Dusty, dirty benches sitting in the cold, snowy forest with autumn leaves covering the whit and grey cold, ice floor. Dark spruce trees grow tall and make a dark, light filtering forest roof. There's a path cleared through the middle, two long streaks of grey. This is how people really leave. In a dark gloomy place.
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A World Beyond
Short StoryThe imagination has its own world. This is a collection of short stories I've written based on a picture or topic. These may be really short or long I just write when I want. I can't put more then two stories in a chapter cuz you can only put one p...
