It was January 1st, and Jerimiah couldn't think of a New Year's resolution. He never could write a resolution he followed through with. Last year, he resolved to lose weight, and that was a bust. The year that before he planned to be a nicer person, and that didn't work. He had to think of something he would follow through with, but what? What could he possibly know that he would do?
Don't die all year.
A simple thing, he was entirely sure he would do.
Seconds later Jerimiah keeled over from heart failure.
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Table Scraps
Short StoryThese are just some short stories I've written, some for fun, some for practice.
