Short Stories - 8 In The Morning

"I gazed at the midnight sky, no matter what happens the stars aren't any duller, the sun rise not as vibrant, and the lamb no less pure"

"I watched the ribbon flutter in the wind and disappear into the abyss."

"Just sit there and keep your mouth shut!"

"Time slowed as the glass shimmered in front of my face."

"What material is this?" "Boyfriend Material."

"Wait, the mail doesn't come on Sundays."