The floor creaked at 2AM, he left again.
Tag: art
8-Word Stories #28
Come to your senses, you foolish starry-eyed boy.
8-Word Stories #24
I’m your shadow, what am I without you.
8-Word Stories #21
Longing rage to possess that which isn’t yours.
8-Word Stories #20
The clock struck ten, time to hunt again.
8-Word Stories #19
Did you hear her pleading whispers at night?
8-Word Stories #17
A cold denial, filled with feelings of remorse.
8-Word Stories #16
Musty carpets. Cigarette burnt sheets. Smell of abandonment.
8-Word Stories #14
Cry of dead silence in an old library.
8-Word Stories #13
Sirens were blaring, panic rose in the air.
Nuraine Sadaf 