Historias de Boyinblack

"you are my everything good in the world," i mumbled to my boy in black. cara scott had caught glimpses of her neighbor since she moved in-running to greet his friend in his yard, the lights he didn't turn off at night and hearing his loud music until the early hours of the morning. then, she finally met him. the boy in black. {currently on hiatus oop} copyright 2018©️LTTLEVlOLENCE

This is a collection of short stories. Some are sweet (relatively, as I'm always dramatic), others I wrote while working on The Dream Catchers and Gray Daze Some of my characters take me to quite the darker spaces, so I had to put down the thoughts. I hope you like them, it's nothing fancy or anything.

Ace wrote his daily events but the closer to the end we get the darker the story seems.

Everyone is laughing at me. Everything is starting to move in a mocking way. Then the bell rings. I go sit in the middle row, with only one person sitting in the back. He's wearing all black, and his head is down, with a Hoodie on. All he has is a pen and a note book. Everyone turns to me. Looking at the back, then at me. Looking at the back, then at me. Looking at the back then at me. I finally look back as well, and see the kid staring at me. But his face is all black, or so it seems. He asks in a deep voice, "what's your name" I reply with "Penny" Then, he writes in his note book. Then all the sudden a faint. And then I'm in a room with lights. Then I wake up