My son was drawing while I was watching the news. Midrolls came up and I looked at what he was drawing. So he showed me.
It was a plane crash. There were people flying out and the plane was ripped into two parts. He seemed proud of himself. But I was frightened. I told him not to draw such things anymore. Maybe I was getting a bit too angry...
I sighed and told him to go to bed. It was pretty late. As he walked away, a bit sad he didn't make his mommy proud, the news showed up again. Midrills were over. They were talking about a plane crash. The plane was ripped into two pieces. I screamed.
Running to my love's bedroom with thick tears rolling over my cheeks. I saw him and my son. My son wasn't asleep yet, so he waved and smiled at me. I smiled back. Still crying. But it didn't take long before he fell asleep. When he was, I turned around...
Floating back to the living room. Dropping the drawing. It landed on the ground. There was an arrow pointed to one of the stick figures with the letters MAMA...
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Even when I have to go.
I want to make sure you're alright.
And now it's time for me,
To leave this all behind.
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One Shots || Horror Edition
HorrorEnjoy my twisted mind written on digital paper works. Some of these are from stories I heard. While others are 100% mine. Some are also true stories... And that ain't a lie. I will only write in this book if I don't have much inspiration nor time f...
