.:| 100 One-Shots |:.

[abxy]

WELL! I'm joining the 100 One Shot Challenge! Wish me luuck...
PLEASE NO POSTING.
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What I'm Working On
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Injured --FINISHED--
Sinking --IN PROGRESS--
Father
Exploit
Boredom
Art of Conversation
Take your Best Shot
Creativity
Flash
Puzzling Words
Ill
Skeleton
Nothing
Servitude
Possibilities
Weightless
Just Say It
Last Words
Immature
Blazing
Help
Presence
Because
Forced
Reversed
Cast Away
Emotions
Questions
Wishing
Crackling
Curl Up
Together
Look Again
Brief
Space
Special
Jinx
Stop Fussing
Cozy
Breaking
Either Or
Tell Me a Story
Waiting
Willpower
Who Am I?
Idol
Unseen
Just Try
For Me?
Your Choice! (You got to 50!)
Useful
Treasure
Ceremony
Lightning
Protection
Stay With Me
Mint
Rescue
Dominant
Thief
Deserter
Stolen
Sarcasm
Darling
How Much is too Much?
Over
Try Again
Hidden
Forgotten
The First Time
Aging
Soldiers
Justice
Tread Carefully
One False Step
Connection
Mess
It Can't Be
In Due Time
Awake
Delicious
Fallen
Trickery
Around the Bend
Well Traveled
Choices
Surplus
Rough
If
Friend
Found Not Lost
Spiral
Deep
I Could Have
Desirable
Resentment
Build Up
Inch by Inch
Dilemma
Blue Sky

[abxy]

Injuries tore into her heart, leaving wounds deeper than can be healed.
Words ripped through her skin like a wave of fire
Injuries of her past,
Were no match to the horrors of the present.
Injuries of what Mary has done,
Are nothing compared to what they've done.
Injuries that sink deeper than skin,
Sink deeper than bone too.
Injuries that scar one for life,
Can break one for life.
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"I did nothing wrong so, why do you hate me so much?" A little girl asked, tears rolling down her face. "I just wanted a friend!"

A girl, around the same age, was crying while holding an older man's hand as flames lapped around a painting, glass shattering and flames reaching the full painting. "Mary...Mary--I'm sorry!" She yelled, tears dripping down her face.

Mary screamed in agony as the flames danced and whirled around the painting. Ashes began falling from the painting, and in the same spots she herself was truly falling into ashes.

She was soon reduced to a pile of ash, with a haunting scream echoing around the room until it faded and stopped.

The fire was set out as it found no more surface to be lit on, and the older man and the young girl sat near the painting.


"Well, that burned down more violently than expected." The older man said. "Are you okay, Ib?"

Ib nodded. "A-Are you okay, though, Garry...?"

Garry smiled. "Yes, I'm fine." He suddenly felt a sharp pain through his hand as he pressed it against the floor, glass having cut it. "...Looks like I spoke too soon."

Ib pulled a lace handkerchief out of her pocket, wiping the blood off and wrapping it around his hand. "You can keep it, Garry."

"We should go now..." Garry said, grabbing Ib's hand.

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Ib couldn't remember what she was doing. She sighed and headed down, until she saw a man standing by a rose sculpture. He looked...familiar.

She walked over towards him and tugged on his sleeve.

"Hm? What is it, little lady?" He asked.

"W-What are you looking at?" Ib asked, not wanting to have caused any problems for him.

"Ah...It's a rose sculpture, I guess." "When I look at this...I somehow feel sorrowful...I wonder why?"

Ib's eyes were filling with tears as she remembered what all happened before.

Garry sighed. "I'm sorry if I said anything to trouble you, Ib..." "W-Wait, Ib? Who's Ib?"

A tear dripped down her face, beginning to believe that he didn't remember her. "My name's Ib.."

"Well, I should be going...goodbye." He turned and began walking away. Suddenly, he reached in his pocket. "What's this? A handkerchief? My..there's blood on it!"

Ib suddenly felt a rush of happiness. "That's mine."

"My, you're correct! There's your name right on it!" He suddenly had a flashback, then it all came rushing back to him.

"We went through that bizarre gallery...I can't believe I forgot!"

Ib suddenly ran to him and hugged him, tears running down her face. She was injured by remembering the death of Mary, and the flames still burned in her mind. "I don't want you to go without me! I'd rather go with you instead of my parents, even!" She buried her face in his coat.

Garry lifted Ib up and hugged her. "Your parents would be worried about you."

"Then...you come with me! Anything, please!" Ib didn't want to lose him. He was like the brother she never had. "You're like a brother to me...I'd stay in this gallery forever if it was to stay with you! Please...I don't want to suffer the injuries of losing you..."

Garry was beginning to cry as well. "B-But...I can't..."

"Please! You can!" Ib wailed, and at that moment her mother walked into the room.

Ib didn't know that her mother entered the room as she kept crying, and nor did Garry notice.

Her mother couldn't see Ib at the moment, as she was hiding in Garry's arms. "Ib? I knew I shouldn't have let her go alone...where is she?"

Ib realized her mother's voice and jumped out of Garry's arms. "I-I'm here..."

"Oh! I was worried about you!" Ib's mother attempted to pick her up, but she stepped away.

"Hm? Oh, did you forget something?" Her mother asked.

She glanced at Garry. "Someone."

Ib's mother laughed. "Very funny! Now, please, come on, Ib."

"No." She said, voice loud and clear. "I'm sorry, it's not like I care now," "Alice."

"Hm?" Alice said, not used to being called her real name by her daughter.

Garry pushed Ib towards her mother. "Look, I'm not that important."

"No! I lost Mary, I'm not losing you!" Ib wailed, tears rolling down her face as she dropped on the ground.

Alice tapped her foot against the ground. "Explain what's happening? I don't remember my daughter meeting any 'Mary' that isn't alive now."

Garry began explaining the entire Gallery, Mary dying, and whatnot. "Apparently...she thinks of me as like an older brother now."

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Injuries sink deeper than skin and wound the heart until it's scarred
but a simple friend, a brother, anyone, can patch the scars up,
however the scars will never go away forever.
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