Hey you,
Yes you, the person behind these papers. If you are reading these lines, there's a reason. I stopped believing. You know you are hurt when you sit alone in the dark and all you can think about is an amalgam of tragedies. When you start thinking about it, those stories are just a transcendence of something that hurts you. Something beyond reality that your mind made up to put your pain into another situation so you would feel less alone. I remember that every time I felt hurt, I made a tale about it, it helped me getting through it. I made a few. A few little stories to make you see through my eyes, to make you feel how I felt when some betrayed me or me in the back when I trusted them. I want you to be a part of my tragedy.
Welcome to my realm.
YOU ARE READING
Prohibitos - short stories
Random"A few little stories to make you see through my eyes, to make you feel how I felt when some betrayed me or stabbed me in the back when I trusted them. I want you to be a part of my tragedy, but from pain is born hope! Welcome to my realm."