“Hey Ethan!” I say to my brother. “Hey, want some food?” He asks. “No thanks,” I head up the rickety stairs to my room, flopping onto my straw bed, and diving into my writing. A tap on the window. I look up to find the moon rising. Blood red, it rises like a balloon. “I’m going out! I’ll be back in 5,” yells Ethan. The door bangs shut. I rush to the window, looking down at the city street. Ethan walks away. Who knew he would never come back.
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RandomSome writing I do for homework and stuff. No regular updates, just random stories.
