Gothic Short Story
I didn't indulge myself with many possessions; my bedroom was furnished with basic pine, a small table beside the stained bed, a thin, tall wardrobe opposite the bed. Then just a single window, brown frame and poorly constructed. It wasn't much, and I didn't need it to be, everything I had was ripped from me in days past.
First of all, imagine something for me. Imagine someone, it’s imperative that this someone is close to you, maybe the colleague at work that has a great back-and-forth as well as heart-to-hearts with you now and then, or the jovial character that causes mischief, possibly like a younger brother influence in you life. Regardless of who you choose, you’ve known them for some time, enough so that they are regarded as a friend, someone that has touched your life, gently or otherwise.