It was picture day at school. Flash! The worst day of the year. Flash! Flash! Flash! The camera flashing my eyes. Flash! Flash! Flash! Flash! Flash! Rumors says that one kid dies every picture day. Flash! Flash! Flash! Flash! Flash! Flash! Flash! I was next in line and flash. Since I was last kid in line and no one was killed, I thought it was just a rumor. Flash! I walked to the chair and sat down. "Cheese," the camera man said. Flash! That was my last picture ever. The last words I heard was cheese. The last thing I saw was a man wearing a grin with a camera, watching me die.
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Short stories
RandomThis is a collection of short stories I wrote and never finished writing. So enjoy this mess.
