The jacket just lay there on the bench. It was one of those nice ones too. It had a diamond pattern stitched into the soft material. The baby blue jacket just sat there. You glanced around for its owner. You decided to leave it alone, didn't need to get arrested for theft now. You continued your walk through the quiet park. When you walked by the bench again, the jacket slid off the bench and landed right next to you. You paused. I don't want to get it dirty. You thought quietly. Silently, you picked the jacket up and gently placed it back onto the wooden bench.
The next day, you were walking through the park again and saw the same baby blue jacket laying on the bench. The soft material still had a diamond pattern stitched in, but there was something new. You peered closer at the tag that had just appeared on the jacket. You were kinda creeped out, but also curious. It said...your name?! You were shocked enough to look to your right and left. What the heck?! This jacket was definitely not yours. You backed away from the jacket and quickly walked out of the park. Your feet made a clunk sound against the sidewalk, and you bumped into several people, too caught up in your own thoughts to care. You stopped at the crosswalk. You took this small moment to stop and gather your thoughts.
Slowly breathing in and out, you managed to calm down and walk back home. You arrived at your apartment complex and opened the entrance. You greeted the receptionist and walked up to the stairs to the next floor. You fumbled with the keys in your hand as you walked down the carpeted hallway to your room. You inserted the keys into the keyhole, making a small jangling sound. You pushed open the door and felt your heart leap into your throat. The jacket was laying on your dinner table. Your jaw dropped open. You looked behind you. No one was there. This is very creepy. You carefully walked towards the jacket. Tentatively grabbing it, you took it and dropped it into the trash and slammed on the lid. It was a nice jacket, but you would have rather stole it then it randomly appearing in your apartment. You continued with your daily routine. You locked your bedroom door. The next morning you were dead. The baby blue jacket around your neck.
The next day, a person walked through the park and found a baby blue jacket, a diamond pattern stitched into the fabric, on a wooden bench in the park.
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Short Stories
KurzgeschichtenI get a word from the random word generator and base a short story around that word. Or just write whatever. I'll try to update once a week on Friday's. Unless I forget, which is often sooooooooo... don't expect consistent updates. Anyways, hope you...
