Waiting...
That's how I describe it.
Waiting...
Is all I can manage to mutter.
Waiting...
The only thing I've done since I got here.
I open my eyes only to meet face to face with a sturdy, blood covered wall. I gently place my head on the said wall, chills sent down my spine from its cold touch. Looking down at my bare feet, I wait. That's all it is...a waiting game. A waiting game for those who regret every action they have made. A waiting game for the vulnerable, yet guilty people.
The Metal, rusty door opens as a guard walks in with a wicked smirk glued onto his face. " bath time, pretty boy."
I turned my head to face him, my forehead still in contact with the wall. Staring him down with my
(Then I just stopped, I was very unmotivated as you can tell. I don't know how old this is...I think I made this in 2017)
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Stories I Have In My Drafts That I'm Never Going To Finish
RandomSo these are stories I found in my draft that I'm never going to finish. They're either just for laughs or an actual story idea I forgot about, maybe even prompts. I don't really think any of it is original so if you want to use any of the prompts t...
