Dark Short Stories

RUIN

RUIN

      It was was gone, it was all gone, destroyed by the last bombing. I was standing on top of the smoldering ash of my house, the coals melting the rubber from my shoes. I locked my gaze on something small and shiny. I grabed it.

    It was my mother's pendant, the silver cat on it was mildly warm.

I crouched down and wept, this is where I left my mother she was gone. Gone from my life. My hot tears streaked down my face. And the last thing I felt was a pain in my heart. My heart now blue and broken.

       As I begin to calm myself I slowly start to stand. I take in the scenery. I look slowly left to right I am the soul survivor. I have nothing left to live for. All of my friends and family have died.

I look down at my shoes. That was the last thing my mother had given me. I tear up, and I see a small shap knife. I stare at it as it calls to me. Before I know what's happening I reach out and grab it. One last thought of "I have nothing to live for, and I'm comming to you mother"eccos through my head. Blackness encases my vision.

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Hi, I hope you liked the story. Please give me your feedback. My brother and I wrote this one :)