At Dusk

My Fictional Stories

NotTheRealGun
Jun 1, 2021

A quiet rustle of leaves in the wind.

A whisper too quiet to be heard.

Small movements in distant bushes.

Ex lifted himself up and sat alone in the dark.

He watched the stars of the night twinkled like tiny LED lights and he wondered…

How would he get himself out of this situation now?

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NotTheRealGun
NotTheRealGun

Written by NotTheRealGun

Teenager. Philosopher. Programmer.

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