I was alone, safe in my little shelter at the edge of the thunderous music. Until he came, barreling into me and flashing a smile that threw my walls to the wind. He asked a simple enough question, natural even. Communicated more through sight than sound in the din of the dimly lit gym. Without a moments notice, emotions I had lost control of flooded through me, causing stuttered words to pour out of me like an avalanche. He didn't seem to mind and heaved me out into the sea of people. We danced up a storm I didn't even know I had in me, and yet just as quickly as it started it was over, but with no devastating shame in its wake.
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Nasty, Brutish And Short Stories
Short StoryAn anthology of incredibly short stories, (snippets really) the only format I can write even somewhat well. The title, an allusion to Thomas Hobbes, doesn't really have anything to do with the stories themselves other than that it includes the word...
