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brownboy102
Don't Need Words
Want me to write a depressing short story for you? 
Want me to write a depressing short story for you?
Sure, tell me what it is going to be about before hand though. :3
brownboy102
Don't Need Words
Ugh idek what it's about, it's coming on the spot.
Alright, I'm excited. cx
brownboy102
Don't Need Words
You can give it whatever title you want to, title it yourself.
That wasn't as depressing as I thought ;-;
He was a young boy, quick and impulsive. He never knew what was behind him, he only ever looked ahead. His name was Ryan.
He was curious, always sticking his nose in someone else's business. He lived in a small village, in a small area, in a small country, in a small world. He didn't know his way, he only knew to stop others, to get in their way. Oh, if he was here, he would argue.
He was a fighter, he never gave up. He was stubborn, his mindset was thick. His head was thick. He was headstrong and egoistic.
He was picked on, bullied, and yet he always fought back. He stared them in the eye, and was hit for it.
He fought back, tears streaming down his face. He screamed at them, he flailed at them, he rushed at them.
They picked him up, and...they, they..
They killed him. Threw him head-first into a wall and beat him, and left him to die. No one cared, no one looked for him..
Except me. I found him, laying there. He looked at me, his last breath, smiled, and passed away.
He was my son, and now he's dead. They didn't care, them. The government, the police, they only spat on me. I found him myself.
He isn't beside me anymore, if only I could find him sooner.
He was curious, always sticking his nose in someone else's business. He lived in a small village, in a small area, in a small country, in a small world. He didn't know his way, he only knew to stop others, to get in their way. Oh, if he was here, he would argue.
He was a fighter, he never gave up. He was stubborn, his mindset was thick. His head was thick. He was headstrong and egoistic.
He was picked on, bullied, and yet he always fought back. He stared them in the eye, and was hit for it.
He fought back, tears streaming down his face. He screamed at them, he flailed at them, he rushed at them.
They picked him up, and...they, they..
They killed him. Threw him head-first into a wall and beat him, and left him to die. No one cared, no one looked for him..
Except me. I found him, laying there. He looked at me, his last breath, smiled, and passed away.
He was my son, and now he's dead. They didn't care, them. The government, the police, they only spat on me. I found him myself.
He isn't beside me anymore, if only I could find him sooner.
That wasn't as depressing as I thought ;-;
Actually it is depressing to me. ; - ;
brownboy102
Don't Need Words
Are you crying
I read it aloud and I started to tear up.
brownboy102
Don't Need Words
Told you I'm the master of depressing stories
I CAN WRITE DEPRESSING STORIES TOO >:U
brownboy102
Don't Need Words
You can be the queen of depressing stories
K thx
ChaosEmperor1988
Social pariah
Why am I so awkward?
Because you are a lil duckling
ChaosEmperor1988
Social pariah
About 20 years too late for that. :|
well too bad
