![[Short Story] The Lotto Winner Empty](https://2img.net/i/empty.gif)
I wrote this last year, so of course it isn't as good as my latest.
He used to be homeless. He used to have an old rusty beard. He used to sit beside a dumpster. But now he doesn’t. He won the lottery and now he doesn’t have a beard, just cuts from trying to shave his beard. You can see him now, wearing his expensive suit, gold tie and unstained, blue shirt sitting in his giant mansion.
He has baggy eyes because ever since he won the lottery he was forced into press conferences. He still looks tidy with his polished, tied-up shoes and cuffed sleeves. He’s sitting in his enormous mansion watching the fireplace, away from the cold. He looks sad and lonely, separated from the outside.
He falls asleep with his feet resting on the couch. He looks disturbed and terrified. You can see his mouth trembling and his baggy eyes shut tight with his new glasses on top of his head, a book resting on his lap and a wine glass beside him. The orange coloured fire lit the room and his frightened face, which had tears running down it. He knocked over the wine as if he was in agony. Who knows what’s going on in his dreams? Only he knows…
Suddenly his hazel eyes lit up. His eyes watched the room. His pale skinned hand shivered when he saw the red wine on the white carpet.
Very short story. Hope you enjoyed it! ^_^
He used to be homeless. He used to have an old rusty beard. He used to sit beside a dumpster. But now he doesn’t. He won the lottery and now he doesn’t have a beard, just cuts from trying to shave his beard. You can see him now, wearing his expensive suit, gold tie and unstained, blue shirt sitting in his giant mansion.
He has baggy eyes because ever since he won the lottery he was forced into press conferences. He still looks tidy with his polished, tied-up shoes and cuffed sleeves. He’s sitting in his enormous mansion watching the fireplace, away from the cold. He looks sad and lonely, separated from the outside.
He falls asleep with his feet resting on the couch. He looks disturbed and terrified. You can see his mouth trembling and his baggy eyes shut tight with his new glasses on top of his head, a book resting on his lap and a wine glass beside him. The orange coloured fire lit the room and his frightened face, which had tears running down it. He knocked over the wine as if he was in agony. Who knows what’s going on in his dreams? Only he knows…
Suddenly his hazel eyes lit up. His eyes watched the room. His pale skinned hand shivered when he saw the red wine on the white carpet.
Very short story. Hope you enjoyed it! ^_^
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