Sad, happy, scary, morbid, whatever you'd like! Drop a story here that's a maximum of two sentences, or scout out a good prompt! (With permission from the author)
This was inspired by the Saddest Story in Six Words thread, and I had a few good ones that wouldn't fit just six words.
From the roof you flew, greeting the ground coming to meet you.
February 8th, 2207, our 13th birthday.
That was the first birthday I celebrated without my twin sister Olivia.
Her blood dripped steadily against the surrounding buildings. Finally, I'd killed the woman who stabbed me in the heart.
My story could be encompassed in one word: almost. She almost succeeded; she almost saved them; she almost lived.
While clutching a piece of you in my pocket, I cry as the casket with your remains lowers into the ground.
You've always blamed me for my irrational fear of the dark, but now, as the sun makes the hills its grave, it feels as if I've finally surfaced from my underwater prison. Too bad I've only just seen the truth before the nightmare dragged me back under, suffocating me once again.
Sorry, soldier. Shoes come in pairs.
Why did I do this? I did this because, this world needs to become better!
But victory is contagious (It's actually a lyric)
You wiggle, and Slime wiggles back. What a meaningful conversation!
A flash of silver, a flick of the wrist. She was forced to disappear, into the red mist.
I was hang gliding, soaring closer and closer to the ground. It was blissful. I looked down, expecting to see him smiling up at me, waiting for me, but instead, all I saw was a knife spinning through the air. It ripped through the fabric, and I screamed as I fell, and my last thought before I hit the ground, was that his hand had still been outstretched from the throw.
I watched my brain splatter on the wall. Third time already.
You got your finger on the trigger, but you trigger finger’s mine.
…That's song lyrics
I’m tired, I’m bloody, and I’m cold. I don’t feel like fighting a giant sea monster today; I’m leaving.
And with that, she was gone. I had no one left.
A shot rang out and Barney hit the floor. No more purple dinosaur.
She was begging now, eyes opened wide and bright with tears, pleading with me not to do this, not to end her miserable life. With a grin, I slipped my blade between her ribs, she had taught me to kill, and after all, mother does know best.
Without another word she walked away. Not when he grabbed for her. Not when he yelled her name. A true friend would run after her. No he stayed on his step. In his warn jeans and rock band T-shirt. That’s all anyone was. They were just there. To her at lest. To her no one cares. No one will. And no one ever did.
They were wrong: I've never been afraid of the dark. Just what lurks within it.
Why couldn't I have done what he wanted? It would have better for everyone if they just left me in the tub.
Baby shoes: New, Never worn
Locked in the crypt, I face my mortality with dozens of corpses. Somewhere in the inky black, "It sure is dark down here, ain't it?"