Her whole body trembles as tears swell in her eyes. She looks down at the body in front of her. This was the man I killed. It had been so easy too. One second he was a man with a family and a future, a single pull of the trigger later, he’s just a corpse, his only future to rot.
I look at the widow, tears streaming from her uncomprehending eyes.
I am a monster.
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“Once upon a time, there was a story so short, it was only a single line.”
That’s what my father always said to me when he’d tuck me in at night. I always thought it was just his little joke. You know, the thing he’d say so he wouldn’t have to tell me a real bedtime story? As I grew older, though, he never once wavered. He swore to me that it was real, but it wasn’t the one he told me every night. He said it was the greatest and most powerful story ever told. It even had it’s own book, he claimed, but just one. He said he even read it. He said, if I ever read it, it would change my life forever. He said a lot of things about this story that was only a single line. I didn’t believe any of them.
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Just Your Imagination
Entry 1
I don’t know why I’m writing this. I’ve never really been the journal type before but I’m doing this anyway. I had a nightmare last night. It felt so real. It was an otherwise normal dream, nothing special, but something intruded. It almost felt like it came in from the outside. Everything seemed normal until something stood behind me. You could almost call it a ‘mask of death’ or some other silly bullshit. It looked human enough, I guess, just that it didn’t have any eyes. I don’t know. I couldn’t sleep after that. I’m not sure if I’ll be able to sleep tonite either. Perhaps it has something to do with that thing I read before going to bed. It didn’t seem too scary, I did feel something behind me and turned around really fast, but it was nothing and I forgot about it pretty quickly. Apparently it got to me more than I thought. I’m sure these nightmares won’t last, just my imagination kicking into overdrive.
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