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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 67

She lay in bed, exhausted. She was tired after what she had just gone through. Yes, it was exhausting but she was happy. She smiled and looked around. The room was clean. Climbing up and down the ladder had given her back pain, but it was worth. All the cobwebs gotten rid of. She closed her eyes and thought about him. He had called her the previous night and told her that he was coming home tonight. She fell asleep. She woke up with a jolt and saw the time, she had slept for almost two hours. Climbing out of the bed she straightened the bed-sheet and smiled again.
She took her purse and walked out of the flat. She had planned something special for him. She walked into Archies Gallery and bought Wind-chimes and a greeting card for him. She then went to the florist and bought flowers, lots of red roses. She walked to the local Crafts shop and bought red ribbons. She returned to the flat and set to work. She stuck red roses on the walls of the bedroom with the help of cello-tape, climbed o…

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…

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