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Insane
Location: Land of milk and honey - Wisconsin
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blurb of a possible short story.
I stood there, waiting for my instructions as she bawled into her pillow.
"I never should have run away, I never should have disappointed father like that. I'm nothing but another dependent whore, just like every other member of this species. Dependence on something or everything." The tears made her mascara run like so many illegal immigrants, I saw, as she looked in my direction. "Boy. Find the gun in my desk, and shoot me with it." A few years ago, some flicker of hesitation may have passed through my head, my heart - but I was past that now. I was a servant of this girl, and I did as she pleased. I brought out the gun, and as she opened her mouth to second guess herself, I found it most appropriate to shoot her in the throat. As she sat there, sputtering blood and the muscles of her own neck, I sat down beside her and put my arms around her frail shoulders. "It's okay Miss. Just remember it's all about moderation." She looked at me pitifully, the mascara stains looking like the cum stains on her bed sheets. I kissed her forehead gently, gripping my arms around her a little tighter. "It'll be okay, I promise." "Deprivation leads no where but death, but not necessarilly for the one who is deprived," I told her. With that said, I emptied those last five bullets into her cranium. I nodded in appreciation of the flecks of skull that stuck to the wall - I had used to think the wall needed more texture.
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Doing my best not to end up like Kathleen Chang. Last edited by Memnoch; 08-24-2003 at 01:59 PM.. |
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Junkie
Location: Utah
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Wow!!! That is good. It could be done there, there is enough of it, good and to the point. If there is more though, like Jaron, I want to read the rest.
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And as she plays, her sweet song of laughter floats through the air and warms my heart |
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blurb, short, story |
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