It had shattered into a million pieces. The girl fell to her knees when she saw the pedestal she had put her brother on break. She had always thought he was the perfect person, always kind and nice, incapable of hurting a fly, But now, his Iron sword was stuck in her chest. Ribs, muscles, and lungs, all broken via the blade. She slipped further and further away from consciousness. She and her world were now going cold, the once-perfect life the girl had led was now broken.
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Random Writing that I did when I was bored
Random- Welcome - This is a 'little' collection of writings I've done. These include Writing warm-ups, experimenting with character dynamics, one-off ideas and bits and pieces of work-in-progresses that I've taken out for whatever reason. If by some off...
