Imagine...
A girl at the bottom of the sea. Up to her knees, stone. She's trapped here, watching boats go over, fish come and go. But she is stuck.
Slowly the stone creeps higher, but she doesn't despair. She soaks in the beauty around her, every single bit of it. The stone closes around her chest, her hand extended toward the surface. The stone creeps around her neck, spiraling around her face. It travels up her arm, her fingers still extended toward the surface,
Stretching-
The stone covers her hand and she becomes completely stone.
She had a good run, there at the bottom of the sea floor. And now, even though she is but a statue, her story will live on in those who find her. Her ever reaching hand a symbol of hope in the darkest of times.
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Short Stories!
Short StorySome short stories that I have written. Some are very short, and others are longer. Some are based on true stories.
