I would usually only visit 3 times a week but this just so happens to be my 6th. I look up to the sky and the moon stares down at me with dissatisfaction and disappointment. The clouds try to hide it but I had already saw it. I try going down the ally but all the vines and weeds try to stop and drag me back but tonight I was persistent. I finally get to the gate and swiftly climb over. I walk over to the oldest grave and sit infront "I'm sorry that I killed you", I repeat
~This is 99 words hope you enjoyed~
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mini saga stories
Non-FictionI wrote a bunch of mini sagas in my English class where it is basically gothic literature but under 100 words and these are some of them you can make requests if you want but I may not get to it so sorry if I don't
