One step to the moon, two steps to the sun. three steps back to home, one more and you're done. I sing to myself. I need something to do on m way to see mama. So I play this game. While I sing the song, I am walking. With each step I take, I keep mama in mind. If I land on my right foot, mama is alive. But left means dead. Or ill...One more and you're done! Right foot. She's alive. "Ahem." A man behind me clears his throat. Mama? I turn around to look at father and the throat-clearing man rips me open with a machete. "My father, they have killed me!" I say aloud. His head is turned away. Father? What's happening? What's wrong? He raises his machete and my vision goes black. Mama? I feel cold. Cold and wet. Blood? I can feel my wounds. My blood? I try to breathe but my body doesn't work. One step to the moon, two steps to the sun. Three steps back to home, one more and you're done. I'll see you soon mama. I smile.
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Short stories, Poems, Etc.
RandomThis is just a book of short stories, poems, and other short little things that I've written over the years. Hope you like them! :)
