Lurking in the shadows were monsters. Monsters who would mercilessly tear into flesh without a second thought. Who would gladly paint the walls with the red colors of their friends and enemies alike as they laughed and laughed. They would never stop laughing. Laughing at me and all the other innocent souls whom they have destroyed. And they did so joyously. As if they weren't murderers, but a friendly neighbor sharing a joke with an old friend. As if they didn't break me down and then build me back up again, over and over and over. And the cycle repeated. It repeated until I gave up, until there was nothing left of me to build back up once more. Until I jumped down from the sixth floor to the concrete below.
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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...
