Day 211 – Coma – Short Story

“H-H-How long?” “A while,” she replies softly. “W-What does that mean? Like a couple of hours, a day, a week?” He asks quickly. “Seven years.” “SEVEN FUCKING YEARS!” He yells. “Gerald, calm yourself, getting an…” “FUCKING CALM MYSELF, DO YOU REALLY THINK I SHOULD BE FUCKING CALM RIGHT NOW?” “Please, I can understand you’re fr…”…

Day 211 – Sample – Whispered Words

You gave me a taste, you allowed me to look, I liked what I saw, I enjoy it’s taste, but you deceived me, you never told me how it would be, now I’m addicted, now I want more, but you expect me to pay, you expect me to be your whore, I’m never going to…

Day 210 – The Season – Where It Ends

She grips herself tightly, as a cold shiver runs down her back, and into her groin. “Why’s it so damn cold,” she says, through clenched teeth, her breathe like a puff of smoke fades off into the night sky. He laughs, “Because it’s winter, that’s what it does, it gets cold.” “I know cold, but,…

Day 210 – Carry On – Whispered Words

Thrusting, driving, digging it in, digging, tearing, pulling it out, ripping, bleeding, bruised, and beaten, you tore me down, you broke my crown, you left me to die, I wanted to, but somehow I survived, and now, I come for you.

Day 210 – Pulsate – Whispered Words

Throbbing, pulsating, growing, eyes grow wide, as it enlarges in size, shock and horror, fear and panic, desperation, nervous tension, light headed, blackness calling, this growing lump, filled with blood, underneath my skin, above my skull, the hit I took, has taken me out.

Day 210 – The Season – Where I Start

She grips herself tightly, as a cold shiver runs down her back, and into her groin. “Why’s it so damn cold,” she says, through clenched teeth, her breathe like a puff of smoke fades off into the night sky. He laughs, “Because it’s winter, that’s what it does, it gets cold.”

Day 209 – Pillar – Whispered Words

climbing, pulling, clawing, digging, exhausted by it all, the light is slowly fading, my life is slowly slipping, into the endless pit, into a world of darkness, struggling, straining, draining, weakening, as the pull is too strong, I can’t hold on, all I want to do it let go, but, vengeance, it’s keeping me strong,…

Day 209 – Schism – Where It Ends

“I don’t want to play anymore,” he says, looking down at the ground. “You don’t just suddenly decided, half way through that you don’t want to play, it’s started, and must be finished, there is no backing out now!” “I’m not playing!” He yells, glaring viciously at him. “This is a stupid game, people are…

Day 209 – White – Whispered Words

pale, white, cold, as you lie there, in a pool of red, sticky, thick, congealed, what once flowed through your veins, what once carried the oxygen you needed, that keep you alive, until of course, I slit your throat, bleed you out, and I took your life, I took back, what was mine.

Day 209 – Waiting – Whispered Words

Waiting, dehydrating, slipping away, into the endless place, where time is nothing, where it stands still, slowly, tirelessly, losing my grip, losing all sense, of who I was, suffocating, in this endless place, while I wait, for you to come, and fix the fucking hot water cylinder you prick, where are you, when will you…

Day 209 – Schism – Where I Start

“I don’t want to play anymore,” he says, looking down at the ground. “You don’t just suddenly decided, half way through that you don’t want to play, it’s started, and must be finished, there is no backing out now!” “I’m not playing!” He yells, glaring viciously at him. “This is a stupid game, people are…