Already Dead Part 6I shivered on the floor, seeing nothing but darkness. The cold felt good against my bruised and marked skin. I closed my eyes and tried to calm down. But i couldn't, i couldn't stop thinking of Leon. I opened my eyes and looked around again. I managed to whisper "i hate being alone." I then heard a whimper and a sniffle coming from the door. I smiled knowing it was Leon. I mustered all my strength and crawled up the stairs, groaning each time. "Si...re...uo..aliv?" I couldn't hear so i came closer. I slid against the door and in a hoarse voice i said "hey there bro...how are you?" I smiled and heard his wonderful voice against my ear.Already Dead Part 63 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
It is nice not being alone.
Even if darkness is my friend.
Stories from a glass bottleOnce upon a time it might have been filled with wine, or cider, or sparkling lemonade. It might have had many identical siblings, rows upon rows of bottles stored in a dark, cold cellar, where the air was dry and smelled like old wood and earth. It might have been blown out of burning sand, a long time ago, in the volcanic fire of a smithy. But now the one who blew is somewhere else and the sand has been cooled into clear glass and filled up with some precious liquor. It sits in the cellar among its siblings in darkness, until it is brought upstairs by a pair of hands. Up into yellow light and soft, distant noise. It is greeted by cheering and laughter and for as long as the liquor within lasts, it is treasured.Stories from a glass bottle1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
These days the life of a bottle is over once its contents are emptied. What happens next depends on what you believe.
Most bottles are reborn as new bottles, or cans or windows.
Some bottles begin on the journey to reunite with the sand they once came from, but it is a long and