I can feel the fire, flickering up my leg. Except, it's not fire. It's the feeling of tearing ligaments, popping and cracking bones. The world is made of pain. All I can think of is ruined chances, lost opportunities. I want this to end, but it continues, never stopping.
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Short stories
RandomThese are just a bunch of short stories, some of them 50 words, others a small paragraph. These will be a range of topics and feel free to leave subject ideas in the comments. If you are going to be negative please leave it in the a constructive way.
