Microfiction
Short Story:
The questions began every evening. I tried my best to answer them.
“Daddy, why is the sky blue?”
I sighed with relief. This one I knew. “It isn’t really, it’s colorless. The reflection of the sun’s rays makes it seem blue.”
She paused for a moment. Her next question was a little harder.
“Daddy, where did Mommy go?”
The thought of her mother still made my chest tight. “Mommy got sick, and the angels took her away so she wouldn’t suffer.”
Her last question was the most difficult.
“Daddy, why did you kill me?”
I wish I had the answer.
Tweet:
Don't let the following control you:
-Procrastination
-Distractions
-Bad Habits
Author's Note:
I enjoy writing stories that are in the horror genre as I get goose bumps writing them myself. This one is a bit depressing the more you read the story and the las sentence I thought was a good bang at the end. The tweet is something I read today actually. I follow a few motivational twitter accounts and this tweet took it home today.
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