My car got wrecked, one day after I sold it, I got in the hospital, to visit my mom, my mom was dying, but I hated her badly, so I wanted to finish it, the fight we had, let it come to an end for her, the hate she had towards me, was understandable, but I couldn’t cope with that, so I grabbed a knife, she looked with fear, and I stuck it in my heart, she cried, then with the last force I had, I stuck it in her heart too. She whispered, thank you. Let’s go to heaven now.
Thoughts behind this story
It’s a simple pattern of 1,0,1,0,1,0. From the ultimate negative, to the ultimate positive. I hope these shifts in the story provoke some feelings in the mind.