XXXX-04-27
We can't leave the house anymore. It's too bad outside. It's... chaos.
I can't move anyways. I'm afraid the thirteen pills I'm forced to take are doing more harm than expected. My resolve is fading quickly.
I'm tired all the time. Mom whispered to Dad that I look close to death. She didn't know I was listening.
Please send a message.
YOU ARE READING
Frontlines
Short StoryA Scifi short story of messages. Completed. --- Two different battles in two different wars. One's battles lie in his mind, the other fights on a distant planet. Both are losing. --- A short story of the messages he never sent his sister. --- Note:...
