I was lost in the desert. I was thirsty. I just finished my last sip of water. I tried to drink the water from a cactus. “Don’t drink my flesh,” it said. “What? Am I hallucinating?” I asked. “No, I can talk. Your tired from your walk. You need to rest, my friend. Help, people will send. Sit under my shade and you’ll be made,” Cactus said. “I hope you’re right, I’m almost dead,” I said. I was about to pass out when I saw a rescue vehicle approaching. I jumped in front of it and it ran me over.
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Alex H Mittelman
I love writing and just finished my first novel. Writing since I was nine. I’m on the autism spectrum but that doesn’t stop me! If you like my stories, click the heart, leave a comment. Link to book: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CQZVM6WJ
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I bought a train ticket home. I usually drove, but I had a strong urge to try something new. I sat down. When I looked around, some passengers were see through. Some had severe injuries and were bleeding, while others looked normal and glowed. I tried to get off but the doors were locked. I was terrified. I couldn’t stop staring. “It’s not polite to stare. You’re dead too, you know,” a passenger said. “No,” I shouted. He showed me a vanity mirror. I was bloody and injured. I must have died in the accident on the drive home today.
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