Slice of Life Oneshots

Slice of Life Oneshots

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Real monsters are not under our beds but instead, living amongst us. We see them everyday, meet and maybe even greet them. They look just like us and maybe we're also monsters to some. You see, in our everyday life we witness many tragedies, but how many do we try to stop? How many people in need have you helped? How many people in need have you shamed? Can you proudly say you've never hurt anyone? No, we're humans, we do and will continue to make mistakes. However, there's a fine line between being a human and being a monster. You make mistakes and hurt without care - you're a monster. And quite possibly, someone's nightmare as well. The world hurt you, so now you're gonna hurt another soul to make yourself feel better? That's not human. You don't have to sacrifice your own happiness to help other, but at the very least, you can stop hurting others with your thoughtless words. It's called empathy, being thoughtful of others feelings. You don't know what people go through, you don't know their story, you have no right to comment on their lives if you don't even know how they're living. This is a few oneshots compiling sad incidents that have happened before and could also happen to you or your loved ones. We often don't know they struggle till it happens to us so I'm writing these in hopes of making my readers understand that not everyone has a perfect life, at least not as perfect as we might want to seem. Each and every person here is constantly being haunted by comparisons, envy, jealousy and pain. Your two simple sentences might have made someone cry, tearing open deeply buried wounds or even caused new wounds to an already scarred person, a little bit of decency and empathy won't cost you a single cent.
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In the beginning, there was death. The darkness flows from hues of purple and orange, the moon rising to kiss the sun's rays one last time as the darkest cloud of night I've ever seen falls over our tiny haven. I catch Will's face from the side of my vision and my heart tightens slightly. The tick of his jaw wouldn't be noticeable for anyone but me. His best friend, his lifeline. A solemn tear forms in my eye as he wipes his face, another tear falling for the family he lost. I love him. Utterly and desperately so, but, there's nothing I can do about that. The ultimate forbidden fruit, if you will. I reach to comfort him and he doesn't respond. I open my mouth to speak and he looks my way, but the gleam in his dark brown eyes hits the moonlight just right and I fall. My voice escapes my throat and I can't do it. I've tried for years to tell him. 10 years, actually. All this time, I hopelessly remained devoted to a ghost who had given the best of himself to a fiery red-head with a sassy personality and the body of a supermodel. For 10 years, I held to the desperate thought that maybe, just maybe, he'd be someone I could count on. Instead, I watched him marry my best friend, smiled as they welcomed their son. Stood, holding that beautiful boy as his mother was in the first round of executions after the beginning of the Revelation. Helped heal Will's wounds in the aftermath. Cried, clutching the tear-stained shirt of my best friend as his son took his last staggering breath in that first harsh winter. The guilt of my emotions crawl through me. My heart twisting in regret, guilt, desperation, and grief. I loved my best friend. She was so much more than that; she was my family. In this dystopian quick read, join a group of people desperate to recapture their freedom and end a tyrant's reign.

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