Flash Fiction Collection
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Usually fiction stories between 53 to 1000 words.
Maybe an example to illustrate yeah?
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'Love me..' he softly whispered
Grabbing the hammer out from the old rusty toolbox,
getting ready to commit what he had always envisioned in his head .
'Love me..' she whimpered
Pouring a hand full of sleeping pills , while the other holds an opened bottle of nasty bitter tasting beer .
Life was pleading with them , begging them to just stop what they were doing .
Death , on the other hand , was snickering at how there will be more mortal souls to be added to his collection .
What is life if it is too painful to even breathe everyday ?
And what is death when it is never a solution for problems ?
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