As the man approached he stepped through the streetlight, that, knifelike, ripped the darkness in half. The tattered clothes made him look like he had lived rough for a while, when in reality he was quite well off. Dashing forward, she caught him just as he collapsed into her arms under the harsh glare of the jagged lamp. Tugging him towards her car, her thoughts were running circles around her mind. Would he be okay? Not wanting to contemplate the worst-case scenario, she focused on getting him home to the house they shared with their friends. She just hoped he would hold out in his current state until she could get him home to his bed.
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Short stories
CasualeThese 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.
