Alright, here's where I'm going to be honest. I don't know what happened that day in the tree. None of us knew exactly how or why. The only thing we knew for sure was that our entire view of the world was forever shattered. We could never pick up the pieces. And if we tried, it only created a mirror, where we saw our current reality, distorted and yet strikingly clear.
We couldn't fear their arrival, for they were already among us.
How would we know? They were so observant. Everything we did as humans, they watched and understood. They blended in so well, I began to worry that everyone I knew and loved was actually a simple disguise.
We didn't ask, "What is real anymore?" We already knew. Fear. Pain. Secrecy. Disillusionment.
I can't tell you much, simply because I hardly know anything worth telling, besides this warning: Don't trust.
Don't trust.
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Short Story Ideas
Short StoryThis is a place where I can write random story ideas as they come to me. If they turn out well, I'll write them as separate novels. Comment thoughts, ideas, support, etc!
