A Posting of Short Stories Part 3
“Dawn?! What are you doing?!” My father shouted. I gulped down the rest of the glass. Nothing happened. Nothing. I began to cry more while I dropped to my knees.
“Why didn’t it work?” I question in a quiet voice. “Why won’t it work?” He cradled me in his arms, hushing me as my sobs grew more shaky…
A girl. Small, but mighty. Her eyes were bluer than the blue sky in the middle of June, and hair more golden than the necklace on her collarbone. She didn’t speak. She didn’t utter a word. Her face was concentrated ahead of her.
They didn’t stop until they were deep into the woods. It was dark. But they could see the stars above. He looked toward the way they came from. But she placed a hand on his cheek to make him look at her instead. Her blue eyes shimmered with the moonlight and it seemed like they glowed.
“Don’t look back,” she spoke. He was taken aback when he heard her voice. It sounded like an angel’s voice. Like a beautiful hymn. She had never spoken to him before, nor ever since he knew her.
“Okay,” he whispered, nodding his head…
Poison Control ( III):
It burned as it went down. The acid-cyanide mix. There were tears in my eyes as it continued to roll down my throat. I couldn’t stop. I wanted to die. JUST LET ME DIE!“Dawn?! What are you doing?!” My father shouted. I gulped down the rest of the glass. Nothing happened. Nothing. I began to cry more while I dropped to my knees.
“Why didn’t it work?” I question in a quiet voice. “Why won’t it work?” He cradled me in his arms, hushing me as my sobs grew more shaky…
The Newest Shortest Short Story IN THE WORLD! ( IV):
Stop. Wait. Go.Don’t Look Back ( V):
He ran. Away from the fire. Away from all he knew. With him, a friend. Someone who pulled him away from the danger. Who protected him when he couldn’t protect himself.A girl. Small, but mighty. Her eyes were bluer than the blue sky in the middle of June, and hair more golden than the necklace on her collarbone. She didn’t speak. She didn’t utter a word. Her face was concentrated ahead of her.
They didn’t stop until they were deep into the woods. It was dark. But they could see the stars above. He looked toward the way they came from. But she placed a hand on his cheek to make him look at her instead. Her blue eyes shimmered with the moonlight and it seemed like they glowed.
“Don’t look back,” she spoke. He was taken aback when he heard her voice. It sounded like an angel’s voice. Like a beautiful hymn. She had never spoken to him before, nor ever since he knew her.
“Okay,” he whispered, nodding his head…