You look in the mirror and start playing rock, paper, scissors. You lost.
The last man alive sits alone in a room, then somebody knocks.
I found a picture of me sleeping on my camera... I live alone.
My sister says that dad killed her. My parents say that I don't have a sister.
The last thing I saw was my alarm clock flashing 12:07 as she pushed her long nails into my heart and lungs, her other hand muffling my screams. I woke with a start, glad it was a dream, but as I saw my clock read 12:06, I heard the closet creak open.
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Short stories
Short StoryA group of short stories that I wrote to pass the time, including fractured fairytales. Some of them are older and not as good. Any feedback you have would be helpful!
