I took my final step. Falling. I enjoyed it. I felt free. Hitting the ground felt like pure bliss
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Sun. It murdered my eyes as it peeked out from behind a cloud. I sat up.
I'm dead, right?
Looking around I realized that I'm in an unfamiliar place. I'm sitting on a bench in a downtown area. Confused, I stand up.
I'm supposed to be dead. I should be dead. I am dead. What's going on?
I look down at my hands. They aren't my hands. Slightly panicking I look towards the closest window. The person I see staring back at me is a young man with green eyes and short, dark, slightly curled hair.
I stare in shock and sit back down.
What the hell is going on?
Authors note:
So, this is a fragment of a story that I might make. I just randomly thought it up and wrote it down in case I ever use it. So these are the sort of things you will see in this book.
YOU ARE READING
Stories That Never End
RandomThis is a book full of fragments from stories that may or may not ever exist. So that whenever I think of a random scene I have somewhere to write it down and share it.
