His pale thumb stuck out against the dark, rainy landscape, halting my car in its tracks. I unlocked the doors and let the hitchhiker in, his appreciation glowing brighter than the lightbulb in my head. The silence was a killer, an irritating tick, calling for me to carry out my plans. But when I reached for the knife, my heart skipped a beat as our hands met on the plastic handle.
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Wake Me If I'm Dreaming (A Collection of Short Stories and Microfiction)
Cerita PendekStories will range from pieces I've written for a class to things I've come up with at 2AM, 5000 words to four sentences. Some may have graphic content, others may be psychologically messed up, and some may be simple and sweet. All pieces within are...
