When you're a kid, the monster under the bed is your greatest threat. When you're a teen, the monster in the next room is the one you need to be afraid of.
Sometimes you don't do anything wrong, sometimes you do something wrong. It's not like you can tell. Since when do you have that kind of experience?
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Building Blocks
Short StoryFlash fiction for inspiration. The prompts are mine, anything that comes from them is yours. Let me know if I spur on any creativity!
