A faint voice called out to her. Her mind was a swirling hurricane of emotions and thoughts. Fear, she feared she got shot. Wanting to wake up to her 'shooter' was another. I suppose that could be counted as curiosity. But curiosity did kill the cat, so it fits this presumed situation almost perfectly. Almost like the last piece to a jigsaw puzzle.
The voice called out to her again, lulling her body to awaken. But it refused, pushing her back down into the depths of unconsciousness.
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well daaaaaamn
-M.V
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Short StoryA short story about how a guy found a girl And they grew to know each other better.
