I looked down at the numbers on my wrist. I didn’t have anyone, so I simply laid down in my bed and closed my eyes.
I heard my clock ticking.
5
4
3
2
1
Good bye cruel world.
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I always imagined dying would feel a lot different.
I opened my eyes and stared at my ceiling.
I was supposed to die. The numbers said I was supposed to die 20 seconds ago.
I sat up in my bed and looked at my numbers again.
How was I still living?
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Finding Inspiration
Short StoryHere is a collection of short stories I wrote. You can also use them for writing prompts. If you do, give me some props and let me now, I'd like to read it. Each story is different and isn't related to the next. I also add a picture to every story s...
