The shortest story I've written, at a solid forty-five words. I can't remember why ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Much Love!
Tangent Arrow
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Alex pointed at the sky as it blossomed, orange and red and pink and lavender.
"Why is the sky on fire?" He asked, cocking an eyebrow. Sheila's voice trembled as she watched it burn.
"That's because we have a better, brighter future ahead of us."
YOU ARE READING
A Collection of Short and Unfinished Stories
General FictionSometimes, you just don't know how to end something. So, you don't.
