Author's note
Hello there people. If you are reading this then i say hi to thou.
I wasn't sure about posting these so i hope you like them. Also sorry if you signed up for short stories and are currently questioning where the fuck they are...they are coming...slowly...
-A
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The light trickles through the window,
It's slanted frame faces the floor,
Glaring at it,
A cracked shadow splatters the imperfect, screw-dappled floor,
Fractured by the chair,
It's wood is slowly heated by the warm sun,
It glints as it settles on a book left wide open,
Sprawled across the floor,
Like a cat awaiting sleep,
A story that has begun,
Will now never be ended,
Paused on a word that lacks finality,
But she never had a choice.
YOU ARE READING
The Way Things Are
General FictionA collection of short stories and poems If you need a good cry, then this should do it :) WARNING! if you don't like sad stories or depressing things then i would suggest you don't read this. Ps. I know the cover is shit but dw i will re do it Pss...
