Story 142

Skip to main content

Story 142

on April 11, 2019

Get link
Facebook
Twitter
Pinterest
Email
Other Apps

This story is work in progress; check back later.
Meanwhile grab a book

Get link
Facebook
Twitter
Pinterest
Email
Other Apps

Story 142

Free eBooks (PDF)

Only till lockdown lasts

Random Stories

Home
The Storyteller
Contact
Silent Whispers (Free Kindle version)
Share with a Stranger
Time Heals
Grab a Book
Lovingly Abusive Contest

Books by Arti Honrao

It's time to talk...

Who knows what you might learn from taking a chance on conversation with a stranger? Everyone carries a piece of the puzzle. Nobody comes into your life by mere coincidence. Trust your instincts. Do the unexpected. Find the others. - Timothy Leary
Click on image to share...

Story 27

He woke up startled and looked at her, she was sleeping peacefully. The noise that he had heard had to have come from someone else. There was no one else in the room but the two of them, so it had to be from him. He did not remember the dream, he did not remember he had been dreaming at all. He could not think of any reason why he made that weird noise that sounded like a sob.

He stared at her for some time, she was sleeping on her side and facing towards him. Her face so calm, her breathing regular. It sort of lulled him back to sleep.

He was sitting on his knees on his bed, knife in his hand and blood dripping from the edge of it. He was looking towards at what lay in front of his eyes, white linen stained with red – white linen stained with blood, her blood.
Her half naked body lay sprawled on the bed, her hair a tangled mess.

He screamed.

Story 147

In continuation of Story 146. The story begins here.

She had shouted for help, but no one was quick to reach the door; she threw herself against it a couple of times and finally managed to break open the door.
She rushed inside and knelt next to him. The scissors were still stuck in his neck. There was so much blood. He had obviously pulled out the scissors and jabbed it in his neck the second time. She did not know whether to pull out the scissors or not. She looked around for something to press against the wound. She pulled her t-shirt over her head and wrapped it around the scissors, careful not to disturb it. She tried to put pressure around the wound but that did not help with the bleeding. “Help me” she shouted again.

It seemed like a lot of time, but it was not. Her reflexes had been really quick because she had been sort of expecting this. Within seconds she had called out for help, breached the door, knelt close to him and covered his wound with her t-shirt. Within minut…

Story 143

Life is made up of several little things and then there are big things that change the course of your life.

She was a seventeen year old simple, normal, healthy girl; eagerly waiting for her Eighteenth birthday. She was good in her studies, always got good grades, had many friends, few really close friends.

All her friends, even the close one’s had long explored their own bodies and had even lost their virginity to their boyfriends. She did not have a boyfriend. Did not attempt to explore her body and she was a virgin; waiting for the right kind of person and the right time. Peer pressure never worked on her even though her friends tried to hook her up with the besties of their boyfriends. When they had to go out with their boyfriend, her friends told their parents they were going to study with her in the local library, and she confirmed it for them over the phone. She told her parents she was going to the local library to study and she did. The main section of the library closed in …

Story 146

In continuation of Story 145
The story begins here.

“Hi, my name is ___, I was abducted, tortured and raped multiple times for weeks. No one knew where I was. My parents told me they searched for me; my case was still open but there was very little they could do. This man had kept me far away from the city, in an isolated place; at his farm, I think. Finally, when I got the chance; I killed him and saved myself. Dialled 911 and was found. I tried to kill myself when I was in the hospital. The nurse who was with me asked me how I could do that? She could not believe that after surviving the assault, after saving myself, I would give up and try to commit suicide. I could not explain it to her. I was not killing myself; I was killing my rapist. I was stuck in a sort of loop. Even after being free, even after being safe, it was as if he was still a part of me. I started having nightmares. The hospital staff tied me down, which worsened things. When I jabbed a scissor in my neck, I was ac…

Story 106

In continuation of Story 105.

When she woke up she felt his arm on her chest. He was still in bed and was holding her in embrace. They were spooning. She closed her eyes and shifted closer to him, enjoying the warmth of his body next to her.
The last time, he had climbed out of bed before she woke up.
This time was different in so many ways despite the common fact that he had called out someone else’s name as he came into her.
She could live with that, for now, she thought.
How long would this relationship continue? she wondered.

It was wrong to get involved with a client, but it was already too late. Her thoughts went back to the previous night. He had made love to her; it was different as compared to the last time when it was sex filled with lust.
Sex, she was used to; being made love to was new to her.
She tried to slip out of his embrace without waking him up, but she felt him stir as she moved his hand. She turned to look at him and saw that he was wide awake, staring at her…

Copyright License

Literature by Arti Honrao is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 2.5 India License. unless mentioned otherwise.
My personal experience with Plagiarism

All images (c) Google Images; unless mentioned otherwise