Wrath built up inside of him. I could see it in his eyes. In the way he clenched his fists. In the way he stepped forward towards me. In the way he raised his hand, pure anger in his eyes. I saw it in the deadly glint of the knife. And in the way he swung it down into my neck. But I didn't see it the second in which my own life slipped through the wound in my neck. All I saw was regret.
Too late.
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Dark Dictionary Drabbles
Short StoryI'm doing a thing where I pick a word randomly from the dictionary and start a VERY short story off with that word. Here are the results. These all have a dark theme, so if you don't like mentions of blood, suicide, bullying, etc. please beware. I w...
