Survivor – Part 1

He ate guilt for breakfast , depression for lunch , angst for snacks and inner turmoil for dinner. Little did he know that after a bizarre night of thunderstorm there’d be a brighter day. While the roof attached with the rope collapsed , and the sedatives started to wear off , he knew he wanted to live an another life. Reminiscing this scene of over a decade , he playfully rubbed his dog’s head and smiled while adoring  it’s innocence. He was a survivor , a warrior. He had stories to tell. Suicide is hell. Living is a gift and that’s what he wrote in his novel. 

 

Note: Hey people , I just started writing short stories. I’m not an avid reader of novels to take inspirations but I do relate it to incidents that have happened in my life or from what I perceive in the world. I will try to make every short story / story inspiring and make it more effective. Constructive criticism is most welcome because I belive without it , we can’t become better writers. Looking forward to it.

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