A Short Story Compilation
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The Torment
December twentieth is the day I remember being brought into the asylum for the first time. Like any typical psychopath, I screamed. I cried. I remember snatching the nurse's hair until she screamed and I was slapped into unconsciousness and thrown into the room. The only difference? I wasn't a psychopath. For the first few days, I would cry maniacally upon hearing any nurse go by, to catch one's attention and tell her that I wasn't insane. "That's exactly what an insane person would say" They said, unbothered and it was as if my fate rested in the mouldy walls of the Asylum. And I soon realized that there was no use fighting for my life now .Which brings me to the present day, another one that I'll mark in history with red. The day I met him.Concluida
Reopening The Wounds
(first story's that serious, sorta.)The year had been filled with fun, laughter, and happiness. Everytime someone would tell a joke laughter would ring out. Whenever your teacher had planned something fun everyone would burst out into small fits of joy. Yes the year had been perfect. But little did anyone know of your dark secret. Now it's about time to show them what you've been hiding. Get ready world because a force you thought to be long dead has reamerged and is ready to wreck havoc and destruction in everyone's lives. Get ready for the field trip of your life where everything changes and you show the true you! (Sorry if the summary sucked XD) I'm crazy aren't I?Concluida
I know I'm insane
I had never thought I was insane. I guess everyone else felt different.Concluida
Maybe I'm Insane
Maybe I'm insane, but aren't we all a bit. Here's a look inside my crazy mind. My hopes, my fears, my problems all out there for you to see. It's not all pretty and it's not all nice, but it's the truth. I won't blame society for these things, because in reality... we are society. I've come to realize that just maybe, were all meant to be a little insane.Concluida
December twentieth is the day I remember being brought into the asylum for the first time. Like any typical psychopath, I screamed. I cried. I remember snatching the nurse's hair until she screamed and I was slapped into unconsciousness and thrown into the room. The only difference? I wasn't a psychopath. For the first few days, I would cry maniacally upon hearing any nurse go by, to catch one's attention and tell her that I wasn't insane. "That's exactly what an insane person would say" They said, unbothered and it was as if my fate rested in the mouldy walls of the Asylum. And I soon realized that there was no use fighting for my life now .Which brings me to the present day, another one that I'll mark in history with red. The day I met him.
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