Look, now! See the unseen. A boy who's life was taken, strapped to the ceiling. Small, pale eyes stare deep into yours. The red chapped lips, still whispering the same words; "I'm fine!". Yet, you don't care to hear them. The Monster's long, dead claws still digging into the boy, taking the last bit of life. Do you see the unseen? When the boy cried useless pleas. When he stayed alone and quiet. Do you see now? The hurt he experienced in his life. But the Monster gripped his throat and pulled. A boy who's life was taken, strapped to the ceiling. By none other than the monster called rope.
"Goodbye."
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Short stories
RandomHere is a little short stories that I created. This includes everything. From bxb to gxb. Also, little things done by me. Please enjoy...
