His fingers reached, outstretched. Grabbing at thin air was an unsuccessful waste of time, but it made him feel more accomplished. He had lost it, never to return. He knew it. His reflection dazed him. His hair was greasy, it was disgusting. His facial hair was unshaven, unclean. His life had come tumbling down, at the expense of someone else's bad decision. Maybe it wasn't a bad decision. The choice was meant to make everything better. It was meant to prolong happiness within the surrounding people. It made everyone happy. Everyone but one person.
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Idk guys, I wouldn't expect any more short stories, fan fics, or anything else from me for a long time. I've lost my "desire" to continue an unsuccessful "career" in writing. Thanks for reading and supporting, anyway. x
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Short StoryAlmost 200 short stories to get your blood pumping, your skin crawling and your mind racing. Nostalgic, interesting, current, real-life experiences in a creative form. *disclaimer: some of these short pieces reference issues such as mental illness...
