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Gratziella13

Short Sad Stories

  • What Remains in my Memory

    His eyes; they were the only things that shone through all the crowds of smoking people. The taste of champagne in my mouth went sweeter than it should have been, ...

    • Short Story
    • Romantic
    6 min read


'Tis the season to shovel enormous amounts of watermelon into your mouth while hunched over the cutting board like a dehydrated vampire that hasn't fed on blood in four hundred years and the only viable substitute is this questionable Christmas-colored fruit.
— Ari11