"Hey," said my sister beside me.
"What?" I asked.
"Could you turn on the lights?" she requested. "I can't sleep in the dark."
"Just sleep," I said, too lazy to get up.
"I can't. Just turn it on, pretty please?"
With a sigh, I got up and clicked on the switch. The light turned on, its light filled the once dark room. Then, my sister entered the room with a hot cocoa on her hand.
"What?" she asked while licking the foam on her upper lip.
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The Short Short Life of a Short Shorts
General FictionA bunch of short stories randomly written in the midst of rainy days
