Two young lovers, stood holding hands. The green field around them, had never seemed so seasoned. The swing set in the distance made the scene just that little bit younger. The sun shone bright and the girls hair blew with the wind. A match to the corner of this memory, and it was forgotten as quick as it was remembered. The girl's hair in ashes, and their hands separated, as the photo sat in a pile of black soot. Two piles, for two young lovers.
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Short StoryAlmost 200 short stories to get your blood pumping, your skin crawling and your mind racing. Nostalgic, interesting, current, real-life experiences in a creative form. *disclaimer: some of these short pieces reference issues such as mental illness...
