My own blood covers my hands. A huge hole lies open in my chest. My heart rests in a pool of dark, sticky, blood. I stare at my own heart. It barely beats. Thump........thump……..thump……..thump. I scoop it into my hands. When I touch it my heart literally crumbles and falls apart breaking into hundreds of pieces. I gasp. What has happened to my heart? It actually, broke. I thought a “broken heart” was nothing more than a simple phrase. I try to reassemble the broken pieces. But when I touch it, it only shatters into more pieces. It shouldn’t’ve broke.
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Teen FictionCollected flash fictions about various topics. Non-personal to the author. All flash fictions one thousand words or less!
