I could hear them all. They were whispering about me. Mother telling their daughters that they should not waste their pretty faces. I sighed. Not the worst train ride i have had in my life. the train ride was long and boring as i stayed to myself. I had gotten home and noticed a small spill of water on the kitchen counter, grabbing the closet thing to wipe it with, after wiping it i looked at what i used. It was the water bill. Eh.
I grabbed a drink from my fridge, it was called 'Gasoline.' Strange name for a alcoholic drink but it helps give me a conference boost, kinda like, i'll drink it when my self esteem is low and it fills it back to full. Like filling a car of gas.
I didnt know when i passed out, but when i came too everything was dark. I could hear something in the distance so i headed for it. It was better than white noise.
" YOU CAN'T WAKE UP, THIS IS NOT A DREAM " one of the voices shouted at me
" YOU'RE PART OF A MACHINE " another yelled "YOU ARE NOT A HUMAN BEING "
" WITH YOUR FACE ALL MADE UP LIVING ON A SCREEN" They continued yelling at me. i couldn't see who they were, or where they were at that. I was so scared at this point.
"Low on self esteem, so you run on gasoline " The last voice said. Calmer than the rest of them.
Are you insane, LiKe Me?
Been in pain, LiKe Me?
Are you deranged, LiKe Me?
Are you strange, LiKe Me?
The voice haven't left me alone from that day, i feel like there's something wrong with me, like in in my code as a 'human.' My heart feels as heavy as gold and my hand are always really cold.
I take another sip of the drink that started this, i didn't care about it anymore.
Im a fUcKiNg hurricane.
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Short stories/ One part stories
General FictionJust like in the title this book is all about one part stories and short stories. Requests are welcome for this book as im probably use it to get inspiration for stuff and practice writing things for actual books.
