It's complicated, you see. I hear the girl's screams loud and clear and my heart melts like butter, but I can't do anything. It's like I'm frozen in utter fear.
I hate myself for it.
I bit my lip as I held back a quiver.
I heard a sharp snap and a loud and piercing scream from down the road.
They were beating 598.
This is where, in story books, the girl's Prince in shining armor would come to her rescue. Except there are no Prince's in shining armor because there are no storybooks.
No creativity, just darkness.
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Black and White
Short StoryIn a world in which the capital has cut off and isolated a single town from the entire world, one girl manages to break through the cage of isolated inhumanity and seek a return to normality. While everyone was brainwashed and nobody has the ability...
