Likereallyshort Stories

Lost out loud. Or just wandering together. Written to be reflected in the lamps lining our streets of tomorrow.

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.

Short and sweet. Meet me, the artist

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

Late spring, early summer...

...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. ...