I think I'm losing it. Halfway into my mother. Behind the orange mask. Through the pages of the bloody book. He always loved the powder. Toiler paper was his favorite feeling. The smooth silk texture of brand new shoes that she had never worn before. The sticky sidewalk underneath the electric blue wig. Color wheels that are only in black and white. 6 sides to every moon. He hated when the "No Signal" sign appeared upon his only escape route. She was losing brain cells faster than she ate bread. Not even toasted. Take me to happiness, for I have eaten enough glue. My eyes are too dry. He had to sleep on the couch again. His favorite toys were wooden.
(I didn't write this one, my friend wrote it but I'm putting it here just to show you guys this is where I got my inspiration for these little stories.)
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new shoes
Short StoryHi. This is a book of little weird stories I write when I'm bored. If you don't like them you don't have to read them. And the narrator is a girl unless said otherwise.
