The stag head gave a blank stare as I looked up at the wall it was hung on. It's fake eyes gave off an empty but joyful feeling, That one day I'll be hung up like that or some other way of dying because dying normally is too boring in this day and age. Risk your life in war so you get some extra cash in the mail, wait until you die from a disease that you never heard of, Or just simply wait until your unable to move and simply rot away. I would like to be like that stag, Though dying from a much common death (murder), I would like to be hung up on a wall for everyone to see. It's too bad that I'm immortal (120 years and counting) but that's all gonna change tonight. I grabbed the sacrificial knife and left the lodge.
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Who Needs Sleep
Short Story"The light of the moon gleamed through my window, as I typed down a story because I have nothing better to do at 1 AM."- Me Synopsis: A collection of short stories or poems I made when I can't sleep. If you want an idea, Inform me before you take on...
