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No clue what to title this but these are heavier stories so read
at your own risk (two stories)
By: thatonegayauthor Date: December 19, 2019, 11:34 pm
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Okay, so a brief explanation. These stories are random short
stories that I had the inspiration to write out of nowhere a
couple days ago. They have no previous context/no relation to
any other stories/people. Everything including names, places,
and events are completely fictional and are only there to
further the plot. Speaking of plot, they do not have a full one.
These are just tidbits that I thought of that could be used as
future reference in other stories I may write. Thank you.
Story #1
She placed a flower in the hole of his pistol, a small
smile on her young face, a quiet hum emanating from her throat.
It was a quiet song, almost like a lullaby. Lee looked taken
aback for a second. He started to lower his gun.
"What the hell are you doing, Lee?" Elliot shouted. The gun
went off as Lee jumped back, startled by his comrade's sudden
words.
A stricken look crossed Lee's face as the girl crumpled to
the ground, a wilted rose among the white daisies. A flash of
fear lit her eyes, then they went dull. Blood stained the
flowers surrounding her, changing them from a clean white to a
deep crimson. The air smelled and tasted like metal, and Lee
felt sick.
A sound like a dying animal escaped his throat, and Elliot
merely scoffed and beckoned Lee to follow him back to the girl's
village.
Story #2
It was late. Or early. Whatever you choose, it was 3:42 AM,
and I was scared. I'm still not sure of what it was, the
raccoons walking across the fallen leaves in our backyard, or
the fact that every other person in town was sleeping soundly.
Maybe not soundly, but they were asleep. That was more than you
could say for me. My breath was fast and uneven. The room felt
small, the air stifled and hot. I tugged at my t-shirt, shocked
by how it stuck to my skin, by how much sweat was pouring off of
me. My family was fast asleep but I couldn't risk waking them,
so I climbed through my window, landing with a soft thump on the
ground. The air outside was cold but still, the sky clear. There
never seems to be a wind or even a breeze at late at night. I
walked to the park near my house, trying to calm the panicked
thumping in my chest. Everything was so quiet that I was
surprised my neighbors didn't hear the pounding of my heart. Not
that it mattered. They wouldn't care, much less understand why a
17 year old boy was walking around at 3:50 in the morning. As I
sat on the swing, the cold air had numbed my ears, and I felt
calmer. The cold had seemed to numb my mind as well, because my
thoughts had changed from fast rock music, to jazz muffled by
static, as if it was coming from a far off radio station. I
closed my eyes and took deep breaths. I heard footsteps, but I
couldn't stand to open my eyes. I felt someone sit in the swing
next to mine.
"You couldn't sleep either?" I heard a soft voice whisper.
I opened my eyes and turned my head, fixing my gaze and the
broad shouldered boy sitting next to me. His sweat shirt was
crumpled, and one of his shoes had a huge hole in the top. His
light brown hair was disheveled, and he was staring at the
ground. His face was red with cold, but I could see that his
eyes were red and puffy.
"Yeah." I whispered back, staring up at the big dipper.
"It's peaceful out here. Nobody around to bother you." He
whispered, more to himself than anyone, then quickly added, "Not
that you are bothering me or anything. I mean that it's just
nice to only be around one person, instead of hundreds."
"Yeah." I replied again. I felt myself reach for his hand
for some reason. The white noise had changed to a soft humming.
I heard the sounds of him crying, and immediately gripped his
dangling fingers. He flinched, but then eased, linking his
fingers with mine.
"We're okay. You're okay. The night isn't over yet." I
looked at him, and realized that he was crying harder.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. It's just that it's been so long
since someone has said that. That it's okay. Because it isn't,
but I needed to hear it. Thank you. Thank you." He squeezed my
hand, and for a moment, it felt like we were the only people in
the world.
#Post#: 351--------------------------------------------------
Re: No clue what to title this but these are heavier stories so
read at your own risk (two stories)
By: thatonegayauthor Date: December 21, 2019, 11:00 am
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If you couldn't tell/infer,
The second one is more of a gay love story... because BL is my
life... I need help XD
#Post#: 354--------------------------------------------------
Re: No clue what to title this but these are heavier stories so
read at your own risk (two stories)
By: deMicahNikes Date: December 21, 2019, 2:02 pm
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No you don't those are awesome
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