A shattered window let the cold December air swirl in and pierce his sweater, Blood-not ectoplasm, but real, red, human blood streaked the floor. He was late.
(Short Drabble. Warning: Blood, Ectoplasm, Guns, Violence)
"What's the world meant to be? Something we just imagine and see, or is it something real and true? Does it matter as much? I may be delusional, but I only choose to be, to live the world I want to live.... we all do..."
I was inspired by a special person to make this. You know who you are, you have a book that's dedicated to quotes
Edit: might be more than you know (:3
Just as the title proclaims, these are very short stories written within chapters of their own. A story a chapter.
Some are happy some are sad. Some are clear, others confusing.
I'm just writing these for the heck of it. Publishing them for the same reason.
Most will be best read to piano music. Maybe even when it is raining too, if you are lucky enough to catch the stories on a rainy day.
But, this is your experience. Read to disco music if it pleases you.
I hope you enjoy.