Likereallyshort Stories

Late spring, early summer...

As I watch his eyes flicker from me to his page, I wondered why he was here. At that exact desk, In this exact library, In front of me, Was it fate? Did fate lead him...

Here is where we start, continue and end. Only to have our hearts beat again. This is for myself, I've been told I need it.

Just things I've come up with as the days pass by.

Short and sweet. Meet me, the artist

...so I thought 'hey, why not make some creepy short stories for people to read?' And here they are. :| ..... Enjoy? "The Basket" Im sorry For what I've done. ...