It was a cold night, a girl was walking down a street, in the pitch black. Except for, of course, faint light coming from afar, giving the girl some guidance as to where she was actually heading Flickering on and off, the light coming from the streetlights died out, leaving the girl blind, leaving the girl lost in the town she knew so well.
Procrastination sucks. Buh bye
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Short stories
Short StoryOver the months or whatever I've started to write short stories and leave them at that, not knowing what next to do with them. Most of these stories will probably be new as I can't be bothered digging out old stories that are probably terrible anyw...
