Her entire life she always ran away from her monsters. All but one. The Devil was what haunted her every single day of her life. Today, she would finally get away. She would be free.
The Devil's front door looked pristine and pretentious, with a wreath of flowers innocently hung around the peephole. She slammed the front door shut, picking up the last cardboard box on the floor, making hurried steps, frantically throwing the box in and getting into the car. She gripped the steering wheel so hard her knuckles turned white. She yelled out her car window, "Bye, Mom!"
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We finna act like we don't love our parents in this narrative
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Writing To Remember
RomanceA compilation of short stories that I write myself, hope some of this resonates with you. Some days I'm happy, some days I'm sad, some days I'm hopeful. This is a reflection of my thoughts and moods. I hope that by reading this, you feel a sense of...
