Cut Short

Rock was solid - not just in form, but in soul. Steady, dependable, grounded.

Scissors, sharp and erratic, danced through life like a gust of wind through a battlefield - always moving, always cutting too close to the edge.

The two had been inseparable since the day they met.

Then came Paper. Soft, kind, with a smile that could fold around your worries and smooth them into calm.

Rock liked Paper. Scissors did too. And for a while, the three were perfect - a balance no one expected. They laughed. They played. They belonged.

Or so Scissors thought.

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Or... I wanted to write a Rock, Paper, Scissors Tragedy based off a YouTube Short I saw!