Words filled the page, lacking meaning. Her sleeves covered old scars. She was better now... Well, that's what everyone thought but this lettered seemed to be the only one speaking the truth. Her parents said it was a phase, her psychologist said it would get better; but she had seemed to prove them all wrong. She sniffed, trying to hold back her eager tears and wished to be holding his hand, hugging him; just one more time... one last time.
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Short Stories
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...
