Brut Stories

Nicole never had it easy, her best friends, Harry and Skylar always had her back. Skylar and Harry always told her countless times she was stunning, and everyone was idiots, anything to make Nicole feel better... nothing worked. So one day she came home from school, or as she liked to call it, eternal black hole with only two rays of light ( that would be sky and harry ) she got countless notifications of bullying. She swallowed it as it was until her dad came in furious from work and told her numorus times she was worthless. She broke down, running into her bathroom to find her razor...

prose to choke on, I do

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Ce texte m'est venu en pleine nuit d'orage. Je regardais les éclairs tomber et les phrases venaient d'elles-mêmes. Il n'y a pas vraiment de sens, pas de début, pas de fin. C'est un texte brut, non retravaillé. Libre d'interprétation sur le(s) personnage(s), l'histoire, le but.