Blood was raining from the heavens.
It was like the sky was bleeding.
The sky was dying.
Dying
Dying
This world is no longer my home.
I wanted to leave.
This world was dying.
I was dying.
I had met a devil, that heaven let me believe was an angel.
I had met an angel, that tore my heart in two.
My heart was bleeding, dying.
I would never be whole again.
I said my goodbyes.
No it's time to dance.
Time to dance with the devil.
Tonight.
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Short Stories
Short StoryThese are just short little things that I'm making. Some of these ideas are things in my head that I want to get out. And some of them are ideas for stories. Like settings, or plots, or even entire story lines. I also include quotes and song lyrics...
