Þetta er mín fyrsta smásaga. Bæði góð og slæm gagnrýni er vel tekin, en þó ekkert órökstutt skítkast(Þessi saga suckar).

It was a windy day.
Mires was listening to the voices inside his head.
They didn't use the same words, but the meaning behind them was the same.
It was always the same.
They were telling him to do something, something he didn't want to do.

He was sitting in the towns tavern, enjoying a drink and looking at the girl he loved, but who loathed him so much.
Mires wasn’t popular.
He didn’t lack the looks; tall, dark haired and a bit muscular. But people said he was crazy.
And no one was brave enough to find out, except for Arfan.
He was still listening to the voices inside his head.
He was trying to protest to the voices inside his head, but it was hard.
Aside from Arfan, they were his only friends.
Then they hit the magic word, “She'll like you if you do it”.
Mires stood up and walked through the door into the wind.
Finally he was going to do what the voices had been telling him to do for so long.

He had been walking for a long time when he heard a voice, “Mires,”
Mires turned around, he saw Arfan standing there, looking tired.
“Mires, I have been looking for you,”
Then Arfan saw the look in Mires’ eyes and suddenly, he didn’t look tired at all. He looked shocked.
“Mires, is everything all right?” he said, his voice slightly shaking.
“I have been looking for you too,” Mires said “I should have started looking sooner,” he continued.
“I should have listened” Mires said, now talking to himself more than Arfan.
“Farewell” he said darkly, his hair blowing in the wind.
And by those words Mires had slain his one true friend.