My vison blurred. My eyes burned. Burned with unshed tears. The sound of family passing was suffocating. It kills you a bit on the inside. You want to stop living. But dying is a part of life is it not? Death can sometimes be scary. It's something you can't control.
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Short Stories
Short StoryThese are a mixture of short 50, 100 and even 150 word stories that I've written. Hope you enjoy.
