aSingleTearFallen : Writing

The Wind

The Wind

A Story by aSingleTearFallen


The floor creaks as I slowly walk to the bathroom. The hair stand up on my arms as the door squeals as I open it. “Shhh,” I whisper to m..
Regret

Regret

A Story by aSingleTearFallen


It eats away at me, tearing away at my insides. Guilt. Regret. My mind races back to all my mistakes, what I could have done, what I did and where I a..