The final squeaks revealed a gleaming window, freshly cleaned. Satisfied, Danni placed the window cleaner down and popped open a can of green paint. They gently started to repaint the window frame, the cracks and missing paint covered and filled in. Repainting the window frame was calming to Danni; the swish of the brush mixed in with leaves on a small tree rustled by a gentle breeze. Their skin was warm from the sun and the paint shined. Finished with the outside, Danni moved into the dark house. There was no need for a light as Danni was familiar with the house, the way it was all put together, how it had been changed and shaped over time.
Like splattered blood, the cleaning product was sprayed onto the window. Danni dragged the cloth over the window, the blood now covered the glass in circular patterns.
It wouldn't come off.
The more Danni scrubbed, the more blood seemed to appear and spread. Danni could feel--no, hear--their heart pound. Their arms moved faster, more frantic as they applied more force.
Danni just wanted a clean window, that's all.
The rag gets thrown away as Danni moved onto the paint, knocking over the can and spilling it's contents everywhere. For a brief moment, Danni panicked. What to do? Why can't the inside ever be as good as the outside? A chilling breeze danced along Danni's skin, the front door closing in it's wake. The house went completely silent and dark, void of life.
The red glow of the window turned the spilled paint to tar, sticky and unyielding. Danni sat and stared out the window where life and love and happiness could be seen. Danni silently shivered in their cold, dark house, defeated.
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A Collection Of Short Stories
RandomA bunch of short stories that I have written over time, many different genres as well so please enjoy! (Cover photo is Haise Sasaki from Tokyo Ghoul: re. Go read it. It's good. Very good.)
