I saw something online a little bot ago. It was a call for two sentence horror stories. These aren't great I grant you, But it is the first time I've tried writing something that wasn't a Haiku.
The sound of her footsteps echoed in the street. Even though she had stopped. EDIT: The sound of her footsteps echoed in the street. She had long since stopped walking.
He stared into the mirror. Nothing stared back.
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