I stared at my reflection in the mirror. That once happy, cheerful, carefree smile that was always on my face was now gone. Now it was forced smiles that have been painted over and over again, becoming an everyday mask. All those smiles were now planned out and walls were built. The smile that once reached my eyes no longer did anymore. My eyes now held no emotion; empty and dull. There was no more spark of life for I have already seen the depths of the dark world. I have learnt the truth. The world is a cruel place.
A/N I've decided that this "book" will now have a mixture of 100 and 50 word stories.
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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.
