Tiny Tales

Social Issue Tiny Tale:

The pain hurt her, tears rolled down her eyes, but she stayed quiet.
Standing near the door for hours with bright makeup was no option for her, it was a necessity, to earn a living.

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Horror Tiny Tale:

My mom called me upstairs
Suddenly the door bell rang
I questioned ,”Who is it?” and the reply was “Your mom”.

 

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