I don't know how I'm going to get home. Worse yet, I am alone and have to... (100 words max.)
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...come to terms with just how thoroughly I have managed to fail. Out of all people that could have seen, it had to be her.
The woman who has now undoubtedly lost all semblance of faith in my ability.
And with that, I am a damned soul.
I grasped at straws, trying to form some sort of solution, but all slipped out of reach.
There is truly no way this can be recovered.
A strange calm washes over me at that thought. Finding a way home now seems inconsequential.
I might even walk- enjoy my last hours before her verdict will undoubtedly be executed.
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What the Mind Produces
Short StoryA series of one-shots, shorts and short-stories inspired by prompts my friends and I exchange, or just random thoughts I have. Nothing particularly profound or even good, just my contribution to the multitude of words already floating around in the...
