*Dystopian/Psycho*
He sat and stared at the wreckage before him that was the city and a powerful feeling swept through him.
He could do this, he was that powerful.
A sadistic smile split his lips and a laugh bubbled up his throat. Soon he was hurled over himself, his eyes wide and watering as his laughter shook him completely.
He felt so good.
As his laughter died, he stood up and wiped a few stray tears before straightening his suit. A proper gentleman must always look his best after all.
His grin still plastered on his face he admired his work before tipping his hat to once was and waking away from his masterpiece.
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That one was a bit shorter than some. Hope you don't mind.
I don't know if anyone really likes these types of stories on wattpad but I do hope some people come around.
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Thoughts Left Behind
General FictionA compilation of short stories in a variety of different genres. (Sorry this is such a terrible description, there was no way to put it without it sounding really stupid.)
