Short Stories
Weeping Willow
“Stories were told that the weeping willow at the main park can be heard singing or laughing happily. However, when dawn arrives and through the night crying is heard.” The main leader spoke the story at night as the rest of his group listened in the abandoned broken down tunnel, where they usually hang out. “It is said, that the weeping willow has a myth behind it. They say if you cut the try down, blood will spill out. Yet, if you dig around you could feel skulls inside, specifically belonging to young children and infants.”
The group was silence until one of the other boys in the group denied, “do you actually believe this crap? There is no possible way that willow consumes humans or even has human like qualities.” He stepped up and walked toward the entrance, “I don’t know about you guys, but I want to check this out.”
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Thoughts that cross my mind are worries I have, and can't get them out of my mind..
Only a puppet to one's amusement. The life lived has always been a lie.
"I don't have nightmares, I create them."
"I'd like to depart this world the way I arrived, screaming and covered in someone else's blood."
"I'm the original, I don't need a label."
I am the type of person you would love to see suffer.
"I don't have nightmares, I create them."
"I'd like to depart this world the way I arrived, screaming and covered in someone else's blood."
"I'm the original, I don't need a label."
I am the type of person you would love to see suffer.