This was one of my 100 word stories I wrote for class with my partner Laya
Words bit into her head, unable to escape the emptiness of what was going on. It was the weight that brought her down, only to meet her fate; only the hope of survival was with those onlookers. They don't need to comprehend what was inside her mind… it's too late.
Too late for apologizing, too late for last minute pleas of mercy. Her mind was already made up, her future was in the palm of her blood covered hand. She struggled to level her breathing, but to her pleasure the pain was gone. Alas, death had taken her breath away.
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A Walk Inside My Mind
PoetryThis is more of a vent story/poem thing within lost ideas and unforgivable actions. I don't expect this to get any reads and such since this is kind of a dumb idea to publish.
