As I walked through the thick layers of trees, I looked around for him; my creator.
He just left me standing there with nowhere to go but straight.
Sure I could've gone some other direction but I had a feeling that I needed to go straight.
So as I walked, my arm was coming off around the elbow area.
The thick trees keep on catching my arm and due to that, my stitches were coming undone.
I then reached my left arm in front of me and grabbed my right arm so it wouldn't fall on the ground.
By now the trees were spreading out more so I had more room to walk and move.
But I didn't care about that because when I saw that crumpled form, I lost all of the feelings I had learned from my creator.
My eyes no longer looked like they had life in them because there he was, my creator.
He was dead and as I moved closer to him, I saw what looked like a stab in his stomach are.
Some had killed him yesterday; now I knew it was yesterday because of his clothes.
They were the same clothes from yesterday; the same day he had left me for a normal life.
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My Short Stories
Short StoryThese are just some small stories that I have written in class and I thought that I should share them will you all. I don't think that they are that good but I'll let you decide that on your own.
