Her whole life it had been a balance between hating possessing the second sight and hating that she only possessed an incomplete version of it.
Right now, she leaned towards the former hate, as one worst case scenario after another played before her eyes. It seemed like there was no right decision to make at this point; any path she could possibly take would lead to doom and gloom.
Eventually, she figured that if the world was about to go down, she could make damn sure it would go out with a bang.
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Tiny Stories Part 2
Historia CortaMy second collection of microfiction, sometimes dealing with the mundane, but mostly dealing with the magical. Unlike the first collection, the stories in this one are based on inktober prompts.
