An old ruin is the location, madness is the theme. A newspaper is an object that plays a part in the story.
I could hear the birds melodically sing to me as I leaned by the stone that was twisted into the dirt centuries ago, and in time, tumbled into the wrong formation, making what it was today. I held up a newspaper and my eyes gazed at the front cover.
‘CRAZY’ the title read out to me. The picture was of me, my hands cuffed behind my back, it had to be the worst picture of me ever taken, I seemed to be snarling, which was just me talking to someone at the time, they caught me at the wrong time completely. I could feel tears come to my eyes and I dropped the newspaper, I was an outcast, sent away from my world, exiled and never to be seen again. I slunk down and landed on my knees and I outburst into so many tears. I had never cried like that before, moaning and tears that the ground and the forest had to soak up. If I wasn’t crazy, I would be soon.
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Short Stories
Teen FictionThis is a collection of the short stories I have wrote... yeah I know short stories can be pretty boring, but I promise you, these ones are pretty good! If you really like them, go check out my One-Shot Book too!
