This is a collection of short stories, featuring crystals, crows, soccer fields, bloody skies, and more. Most stories will be based off prompts from writing contests across Wattpad, and some may be based off the splinters of my soul and the waltzing...
This story may confuse you. That is intentional. If you think I've accidentally repeated paragraphs, that is intentional.
Enjoy!
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The black canvas of night, sequined by millions of silver stars. A club with glasses scattered over tables, with tangles of hot debates and flirty conversations, with musicians hollering with their drums and strings and voices. Then, of course, there was that yell from the bouncer telling them that the bar would be closing soon.
It happened once every night in this same bar.
And yet, maybe it happened a thousand times every night in the same bar. Once in every dimension.
And maybe there were more than a thousand dimensions -- maybe even millions. Or, maybe, there were billions and billions branching out by the second. A new dimension created by every moment where she could have made a different decision.
When she chose whether she should have worn a red dress or a black dress?
Maybe, when she had chosen the black dress, she had created a new dimension. A dimension where she had chosen the red dress, instead.
That's what she thought, anyways.
Dimensions. Millions of them. Growing exponentially as people made every new decision.
She glanced up at that moment, finding eyes staring back at her. They were beautiful blue eyes -- not particularly sober, but not weighed down by the dark shadows of fatigue. Even with the flashing green and blue lights dancing around like lasers, she could see the tumult of emotions in that gaze.
Amusement. Wonder. Nervousness.
In that second, she decided to make a decision. A decision that would make millions and millions of dimensions.
"Do you care for a dance?" she asked.
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"I'm sorry, you're a what?"
She laughed as his jaw dropped. "I'm a professor. In physics."
"Well, lady, you sure as hell want nothing to do with me, then."
