(Just a heads up I'm on vacation and I haven't been able to update a lot of my stories but I should be back to updating soon.)
The sirens come on and we know we've failed yet again. But the speaker just has to rub it in. "GAME OVER." I watch as everyone around me faids and glitches into pixels. I'm always the last one. I have to watch what my failure brought and then I get another scar. This will be my forth one. The mission would be easy if the things about it didn't change everytime.
The two guards hold me up as usual facing away from the person who always gives me scars. I've never seen his face but I always imagine a horrible monster with no feelings. The person lifts the back of my shirt all the way up and begins to drag his knife down my back. I can't help but let out a little cry of pain when he does; I know this scars going to be deep.
The guards drop me to the ground and I myself slowly start to glitch away. I restart in the middle of James's speech.
"We've started over (again).
Our new reality, our new memories, our new bodies, and we'll get it this time."
I hope so. They don't know about my scaring. But if I have to have a fifth one it gets cut infront of all of them.
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Short Stories
Short StoryThese are some short stories I came up with in response to writing prompts I've found.
