She paced up and down, she walked in circles not knowing how long she would be there. There were flashes of white and black. She drowned slowly in the ashes of her loved one, she drowned in sadness, she lost the love of her life, she was filled with so much sorrow and pain. She lay there motionless in pain and cried herself to sleep. She cried at least a bucket of water each day. They tried so hard to help her and cheer her up, but no matter how hard they tried they failed. Weeks past just as she passed with grace and poise, she drifted into a deep slumber in which she did wake up from, all that was left were her tears, pain and memories. They are reminded by the loss and bloodshed, they are the reason she left and never returned, they feel hate and sorrow, and live sappy sad lives that no one cares about, slowly they start to drown beging the cycle all over again.
HATED
WANTED
PACE
SLOW
DROWNING
SORROW
DEATH
The sad cycle that was repeated over and over again until they were all gone, there was nothing but darkness left.
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Short StoryThis book has random short stories in it that I wrote I hope you enjoy.
