This Bullshit Called Love- Short Story Part 2

Caleb made me do things that I would normally never even imagine of doing. I didn't know I had it in me to love or to fall in love. After I broke up with him, I couldn't stand the next few days that went by. Caleb wouldn't let me go, he kept calling and messaging me and coming to my house to make me take him back. It wasn't the desperate kind of begging; it was th sincere and kind-hearted type of begging that just made your heart melt away and made you accept him. I couldn't believe it, but he actually convinced me to take him back. I took him back out of pity and also out of fascination. No one and I mean NO ONE has ever been able to convince me into doing something I disliked and has never suceeded in making me take them back. 
The weeks that proceeded after the make-up went by well. Caleb treated me a hundred imes better than when we were dating pre-breakup. I guess he really didn't want to lose me. That was surprising considering I'm not the shinest jewel in the jewelry box so it was made me wonder why. And trust me, I was soon to find out the hard way. 
After another month and a half, Caleb and I were celebrating our 6th month anniversary. WOW. How had I made it this far without wanting to kill someone? There was definitely something about Caleb that was special and I think I was finally coming to my senses and realizing it. But just as I fell deep and head over heels, Caleb broke it off. It was so out fo the blue even I didn't know what the problem was. What was his reason? REVENGE. He came to his senses after I broke up with him after 4 months and decided that I was an evil lying bitch that was toying with his feelings and wanted nothing but his money and sex. He was right for most of it, but I'VE CHANGED. HOW COULD HE NOT SEE THAT?
Just thinking about it even know made me feel like I was physically ripping my heart and soul out of me. After 6 months, Caleb was like a drug and now I was suffering from the withdrawl symptoms. Heart ache, crying, loss of apetite, pessimism, lost of interest, and lack of companion. How could one person make me feel so miserable? It was possibleeven when I've thought all this time that I would never cry for anyone. Caleb made me shed the first tear in a long while and made me question the understanding of "love".          
I was beat in my own game. And this is another reason for why I still don't believe in this bullshit.  

Hope you enjoyed this sad yet real love story I wrote based off of some personal stories I've heard and experienced. Please don't be swayed by this kind of thinking, love is a great thing and people can change for the better of it. Those that are ignorant to this fact do not understand and have yet to experience love. Happy reading!                                                               

This Bullshit Called Love- Short Story Part 1

Dear Diary, 
Its been a couple days since "that" and I feel like CRAP. I can't stop thinking about him and seeing the expression on his face and the tears welling up in his eyes when I told him it was over. And feeling the same thing happen to me when he did the same to me. My heart just keeps aching every time I tell myself to forget him and that this relationship was nothing but just a game, or that was what I thought. 
I've never been the type to believe in love. What is love you might ask? Love is nothing but a bunch of bullshit that's been made up to make people feel better about themselves and also a crappy excuse for companionship. Its also not to mention a facade for many just to get in each others pants aka SEX. I've seen too many relationships just revolving around SEX and MONEY. How many relationships out there are actually based on pure love and sacrifice? NONE. That's why I've chosen to take relationships lightly and love loosely. It's never been a real problem for me to break a relationship as fast as i picked it up. The people I was with had the same mentality as me and understood what I needed and did not want. We each offered and traded certain goods and services; it was a simple transaction between two people.
Silly me though to think that maybe a "change" would be a good idea this time. Little did I know that I was about to fall right into something I completely despised and loathed. His name was Caleb and he was your average sweet guy with a heavenly smile that could melt the hearts of thousands of girls in the room. Did he melt mine you ask? Yea, maybe a little... Scratch that, he melted my heart big time then broke it then put it back together and broke it AGAIN. This poor girl got beat in her own game. SMH. 
How did it start... Well, lets just say I had my eye on him at the same time my ex-best friend did too. There was no way I'd let her win him over and claim him before I did! It didn't take much before he was down on his knees for me and the face on my ex-best friend when she realized she lost was just priceless! Soon, after dating for a couple weeks I began to realize he really was the opposite of every boyfriend I had. He required a lot more attention and thought than I would ever spend on a single person of the opposite sex, but I bared with it for awhile. He didn't seem to realize that to me he was only a play toy and when it got to the point where we were through, he had still not realized. He kept asking me "why", "why", "why" and to be honest I didn't know why. It just felt like it was about time to just end it. This relationship lasted 4 months, the longest out of all my relationships surprisingly considering this was the most oddest one for me. I think it was the abnormalities of this relationship that kept me reeled in for this long, but like I said it was long enough.  

That's the end of Part 1. The 2nd part will be published in 2 days. Thanks for reading.

Lucid Dreams- Short Story

Weeks ago, I was plagued by a dream. I was stabbed through the heart by a woman and the same scene repeated itself over and over again like a broken record. Every night after that I would awaken at the same time every night at 4 am with sweat beading down my forehead and my heart pounding endlessly in my chest. Every time I woke up I would try so hard to conjure up the images and details of the dream that night, but I could never make out the woman's face. I could only see the blurred outlines of her body and the light reflecting off the carving knife in her hand. I could never forget the pain; the pain I felt as the knife cut into my skin and pierced my heart as I laid on the cold floor waiting for my heart to stop. It seemed that with each repeat of the dream the pain became more and more intense up to the point where I could still feel the numbing pain in my chest when I woke up. 
Believe me when I say I have tried to go to a therapist and tried to lessen the stress in my work and life and even tried to do yoga and meditate. The therapist said that dreams are related to problems in our lives so I must have something that's bothering me about death. I didn't understand a thing she told me; that's the thing with shrinks all they do is eat up your money and never provide you with real advice. What was the use of all of this? Everything I tried proved to be of no avail and everything just kept on getting worse. To live just one normal day was like asking Adam and Eve to not eat fruit from the forbidden tree. It was impossible. Everything I tried didn't work. WHY? WHY ME? It just didn't make sense to have my life ruined by one stupid god damned dream! 
I've had it! I've really had it! I have to do something about it! The 'last' night I fell asleep, the dream came to me again. The same scenes repeated themselves over and over again until one last time. This last scene felt more lucid than all the others I've had in the past few weeks. I was more aware of my surroundings and this particular scene took place in my very own kitchen. The woman was there again, she drew the carving knife out of its wooden block and turned around. She took one swift move and lodged the knife in my heart again. The pain was agonizing, I could not breathe and the blood just kept pooling. I should have waken up by now. Why wasn't I awake? I willed myself to wake up from this horrifying dream, but I didn't. All that happened was my vision blurring and my ears ringing. As my heart started to slow, I kept thinking why this dream didn't stop. I tried to conjure up the details of my dream again and this time I could see the woman's face. 

She was me. She killed me. I was the one holding the knife. I killed myself. 


Hope you enjoyed another one of my short stories! This one was kind of a physiologically confusing one that I thought of one night, but I have to say that the delivery and execution wasn't the greatest. Also the ending isn't exactly the best, but I would still like to publish it regardless. So enjoy and leave any constructive criticism you may have below. Thank You

Humans Can Lick Too- My Twist to an Urban Legend

Hey readers! I'm sure some of you are familiar with this urban legend about the mystery intruder in a house that kills the child's dog and mimics the licking of the dog whenever the child would wake up to check what is leaking in the house. In the end the child finds that his/her dog was murdered and hung up with the message "Humans Can Like Too" written in blood. This MY twist on the story with a cliff hanger ending, its up to you to imagine who the real murderer is in this short story play. Enjoy and feel free to leave any comments or critiques.

ACT I

The scene throughout is in Jane’s house in the isolated parts of upstate New York. It is a two story house in Birmingham with the nearest neighbor five miles away. All around the house are trees and off to one side is a lake. It was a great place for her and her parents to live in because they were never much city people.

The first floor consists of a living room and a kitchen. On the second floor are the bathroom and two bedrooms, one which belongs to JANE. Jane's bedroom is simple and neat with only a bed in the center. 

Up L. is the bathroom with a mirror, sink and tub. Up R. is the window and next to it is the front door. In the middle of the bathroom and the window is the kitchen with a big sink. Down center is Jane's bedroom with her bed. 

It is 6pm on a Friday evening and curtain opens. When the curtain rises, JANE is home alone with her bulldog BLUE. JANE is a 18 year old girl--small, fragile, and playful. Her parents had left early morning for a weekend trip to Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, a place in which JANE hates the most so she stayed behind to watch the house.

Suddenly, she feels a vibration coming under her pillow. Oh, it is her father who's calling all the way from Pennsylvania. She picks up her phone. 

JANE: (lazily) Hello? 
DAD: Hey Jane, remember to close all the doors and windows while we're gone. Also don't let any strangers into the house. 
JANE: okay, I'm not a kid anymore dad. I'm not gonna let anyone in alright? Jeez. 
DAD: you'll always be a kid in my heart sweetie. If there's any emergencies the numbers are on the fridge. 
JANE: (rolling eyes) Okay dad, how many times are you going to lecture me? 
DAD: Hey I'm just making sure you're safe! Can't a dad care about their daughter without sounding annoying? 
JANE: Alright, you and mom have a nice trip! 
DAD: We will. Love you sweetie. 
JANE: (sweetly in a mocking voice) love you too dad~ 
DAD: That's my girl! See you in three days! 
JANE: Okay. Bye dad.
(JANE hangs up and calls her boyfriend. The phone rings for a moment before a 20 year old boy with a husky voice answers.)
MAT: Hey love. 
JANE: (into phone) Hey, my parents are gone the whole weekend. Are you free to stop by for awhile? 
MAT: (with a surprised tone) Really? You mean like a sleepover? But I have work until 10 pm so i’ll come by later in the night. If its too late don't wait for me and sleep first. 
JANE: Alright, I’ll be waiting! See you tonight. 
MAT: Bye love~
(JANE hangs up the phone giggling with joy for tonight)


Shortly after the phone calls, BLUE enters the bedroom and jumps onto the bed. Immediately, JANE holds BLUE and places BLUE onto the floor attempting to play catch with her. JANE throws the ball towards BLUE and he fetches it. 

JANE: (in an excited tone of voice) Good dog! Good dog! 

JANE pets the dog and plays with the dog for awhile until she realizes it’s time for dinner. JANE exits the bedroom and enters the kitchen to set up her dinner that her mom already prepared. She eats as she waits for MATTHEW. TIC TOC TIC TOC. It is still too early after she's done, so she gets ready for bed, places BLUE on the bed, and closes all windows and doors except for one. It’s windy and rainy outside, JANE worries MATTHEW might not make it, but she goes to sleep with BLUE anyways. JANE goes to bed. The light dims out. 
Curtain close

ACT II
Curtain open

It’s midnight and JANE is sound asleep in her bedroom. Downstairs a shadow approaches the window and a man about 6 ft tall enters through it. BLUE is suddenly awakened by the noise. He jumps off the bed and walks to the door growling with his head low ready to attack whoever was in the hall. When the intruder opened the door to Jane's room, BLUE pounces on him. The intruder grabs BLUE by the throat and with one clean swipe slit its throat and brought it to the bathroom. He hangs BLUE upside down and cut open its stomach and let its intestines hang out. He then proceeds to Jane's room where he lays down on the bed next to her like nothing just happened.

Two hours later, a dripping sound awoke JANE from her slumber. She saw that her boyfriend MATTHEW was in bed too so she asked him to go check it out. 

JANE: "Mat, somethings dripping can you go see it?" But she got no answer. The sound was coming from downstairs. The rain was still pouring out, Jane thought "maybe theres a leak somewhere..." 

She went down to check on the windows and realized the one she left open before wasn’t closed yet so she closed and locked it before going back to bed. Before she fell asleep she called for BLUE and he licked her hand to let her know he was still under the covers. But shortly only 2 hours later the dripping woke up Jane again. This time she thought it was the faucet in the kitchen so she went down to check it. In the kitchen JANE made sure the sink faucet was closed and not leaking before going back to bed again. Just like last time she called for BLUE and he licked her hand before she fell back asleep. The next time JANE heard dripping, it was 4am in the morning and she chose to ignore it this time because she wasn't going to get up again.
Curtain close


ACT III
Curtain open

Person sleeping next to JANE is gone. 
By 6am, JANE was awakened by the doorbell.

JANE: (in an angry tone) "GOSH, who could it be this early? Can’t be mom and dad could it.."
Jane opens the door and there stands her boyfriend Matthew.

MAT: I’m so sorry I couldn't make it last night, love. 
JANE: What are you saying? 
MAT: Are you mad at me because I didn’t come yesterday night? 
JANE: (looking confused) You're confusing me! You were here last night weren't you? 
MAT: (staring at JANE) No I wasn’t work ended later than usual and by the time I got home I was already really tired and you were asleep. I tried calling but you didn't answer. 
JANE: Look, is this some kind of sick joke? YOU WERE HERE YESTERDAY NIGHT SLEEPING NEXT TO ME!! 
MAT: WHAT? I was at home last night? Did u dream I was here last night or something? 
JANE: NO! I woke up 3 times in the middle of the night and you were here! 
MAT: Look jane, I wasn't here last night. I’m not joking around with you. WHO WAS INSIDE YOUR HOUSE LAST NIGHT? 
JANE: Oh my god! Who was I sleeping next to the whole night if that wasn’t you?!?!

MATTHEW and JANE stand at the door in silence as they stared at each other in horror. But the silence was broken by dripping sounds. They both strained to hear and identified the sounds to the bathroom upstairs. JANE and MATTHEW climbed the stairs cautiously trying not to make any loud sounds. They stopped at the bathroom door for a couple seconds craning their ears close to the door. The dripping was definitely coming from inside. MATTHEW takes a deep breath and turns the knob of the door and swings it open. MATTHEW and JANE freeze in their place and take in the scene in front of them. BLUE was hanging by the tail over the tub with it’s head limp and intestines hanging down to the floor. Blood was seeping out and dripping everywhere. JANE stared in disbelief and fell down to her knees. "WHO COULD HAVE DONE THIS?" *Jane weeps*
She turns her head and catches the words on the mirror written in blood. "Humans can lick too my love" and she turns around to look at MATTHEW.
Curtains close

THE END

Under the Rug-Short Story

“Under the Rug”

I couldn’t believe my eyes. The horror. The corpse had been under the floorboards all this time.  As I stared down at it a sudden pang of numbing pain hit me as something cold and sharp pierced my back. (Fx1- stab) Warm, thick liquid oozed out of my wound as I started to lose my footing and stumbled onto the floorboards. In the midst of unconsciousness, the twenty years of memories all came rushing back to me.

It all started in 1952 in a small town named Brampton. I was a chemistry professor at the local college, and my wife Arsen was a teacher at the local elementary. Our marriage and life together was short lived and started going downhill after five years. We could go for days without even talking to each other. You could say that the spark we had once was no longer there. I found myself drifting further away with each passing day until I met her. Her name was Alexandra; she was one of my students at the college. There was something about her youth and enthusiasm for knowledge that attracted me. What looked like an innocent student-teacher relationship became something more. We hid in the dark for years until she graduated and demanded that I divorce Arsen so that we can bring our relationship to light.

I was hesitant and reluctant because even though I no longer had feelings for Arsen, I could not throw away our ten year marriage just like that. I didn’t hate Arsen or our marriage, but how could I bear to live in a world without companionship?

“It’s either me or her!” protested Alexandra.

Those words still ring in my head. I didn’t know which side to pick. If I picked one side then I would hurt the other; what was I to do?

Then, it happened. Alexandra knew it was impossible for me to make a choice between her and Arsen, so she made the choice for me. She murdered Arsen and disposed of her body so that no one would know. When I found out, it was already too late. “I did it for us,” she explained at the time. I didn’t blame Alexandra; instead, I blamed myself for my stupidity. If I had made a choice between the two then this nightmare would have never happened. With this newfound guilt and misery, I disappeared from town and broke all ties with Alexandra. I moved to an isolated cabin away from any signs of civilization. My way of life was simple: I made a living off of fishing. But there wasn’t a day that I didn’t think of my wife. Whenever I closed my eyes all I could see was the terror that must have been on her face when she was murdered. It was my fault, and all I could do was drown my misery in liquor and tears.

The next ten years passed in a blur as the same routine repeated everyday. But one day it hit me as I was staring at the calendar. I noticed that October 31st, my wife’s tenth death anniversary, was approaching. It was only three weeks away. I thought it was finally time to face my past.

I packed my scant belongings and set off on the road trip back to Brampton, a town that once held happy memories for me before my life came spiraling down to what it is now. The hours of driving made me anxious and question whether or not I was doing the right thing. I had no right to come back to this town and furthermore no right to face my dead wife.

As I approached the rickety old signs of Brampton and the familiar shops and streets, I felt like a runaway child finally returning home. I was lucky enough to still be able to move back into the old house after abandoning it for so long.  But before I could even enter the house, a picture on the headline of a newspaper on the steps caught my eye. Although it had been almost a decade, I had not forgotten her face. The headline read “ALEXANDRA CLAIR MISSING.” I took the newspaper into the house with me, and as I walked into the living room a weird stench met my nose. It was probably the smell of stale air assuming that the house hadn’t been touched for almost ten years.

I remember when I left I had only packed some clothes and books, leaving the rest of my belongings abandoned in the house. Ten years had passed, and I was shocked at the fact that everything was the way I left it. The chairs, tables, and half written on papers still lay in their places. What surprised me the most was that not even a speck of dust was to be found. It seemed as if someone had been tending to the house while I was gone and awaiting the day I would finally return.

There wasn’t much to unpack so I shifted my attention back to the newspaper headline. As I quickly skimmed the article, I found out that Alexandra had been missing for a week. Apparently she was last seen drinking at a bar one night. As I continued reading the newspaper I thought I saw something move from the corner of my eyes. When I turned around to see what it was there was nothing there.

The long drive had depleted me of my energy, and my stomach was starting to growl. If my memory was as great as I thought it was, there was a diner down  the street. After my decade long fish diet anything seemed appetizing. When I walked in through the double glass doors, familiar faces began to form, and the nostalgic smell of fresh baked pie filled the air of the noisy diner. (fx2-noisy diner) I sat in an empty seat next to a man hunched over reading a newspaper and munching on a biscuit. A middle aged woman in an oil smudged red apron with little droplets of sweat beading down her forehead came up to me with a notepad in hand. Before I could mouth a word, she yelped in excitement.

"Oh my goodness, when did you come back? You left without a note, and you didn't say why you left," the waitress exclaimed.

"I'm sorry, I haven't been back in town for almost a decade.” I responded

“Great! So what can I get you?” the waitress beamed.

“I’ll have a cherry pie please.” I requested.

“You always did love your pies,” the waitress chuckled, “so, where have you been all these years?”

“Just away I guess, like on a vacation after so much happened,” I lied.

“Well I’m glad you’re back!” the waitress replied as she placed my order.

“Yeah, things seem to have changed quite a bit since I’ve last been there.”

“Yep, old Johnny’s Butcher shop moved out, and the old folks at the company are talking about setting up something called a television.”

“You know I saw the headline on today’s paper. That girl Alexandra…. What happened to her?”

“No one’s really sure; all we know is that she has been missing for some time now. I wouldn’t worry too much though. She probably hooked up with some guy and headed for the city. That’s where all of the young ladies have been going recently.”

“I see.”

“You know… I’ve been here for the whole ten years you’ve been gone, and I haven’t seen a single weed grow on your lawn. The plants in your garden don’t seem to grow or wither away. Strange, isn’t it?”

“Now that you’ve mentioned it. Did anyone lived in my old house when I was gone?”

“Not that I know of. The town was wondering where you went and left your house alone thinking that you would eventually come back.”

“Just as I thought. Well, I should be going now. Take care!”

“You too and welcome back!”

It felt great to talk to an old friend in town again after so many years, but when I got home I was overcome with a sense of loneliness. The house was too big and empty for me to live in alone. I resorted to drinking the bottles of whiskey I found sitting in the cupboards to get rid of the feeling. While sitting in my old leather chair in the living room with a book in my hand, I read and drank until it grew dark outside, just as I used to do many years ago. Eventually I fell asleep.

When I woke up it was from the ear splitting sound of shattering glass. (Fx3- glass) The room was dark with the only light coming from the sliver of moonlight between the curtains. I found the glass I was drinking from shattered into a million pieces on the floor.

“Darn. I must have pushed it over with my hand while I was asleep. But wait, my hands were on my lap the whole time,” I speculated aloud.

It was late, and I was too tired to worry about what made the glass fall or to clean up the mess so I dragged myself upstairs to bed.

That morning, I heard thudding and wood creaking as I rolled around in bed.(fx4-walking) Then I felt a cold icy hand caress my face and a feather light kiss on my other cheek. The cold touch startled me, but when I squinted to see who it was, I was only met with the cold emptiness of the house.

I thought to myself, “must have been a dream or something.”

For the next week I found myself walking around town aimlessly, reading my old books for hours, and drinking bottles of whiskey and scotch.

One afternoon I was reading the newspaper when I heard a door creaking open upstairs. (Fx5- wood door squeak and shut) As I climbed the stairs, I heard a door slam shut  and the click of a lock. Confused, I went to twist the knob of my room, and it opened. I then twisted the knob of the guest room and found that it was locked from the inside.

“Darn the wind,” I cursed.

I couldn’t remember where the key was, so I just left it locked since I wasn't expecting any guests to come over anyways. As I descended down the stairs to go back to the living room, the guest room door creaked open, followed by a big gust of wind that almost knocked me off my feet and sent me rolling down the stairs. “What the hell is wrong with this house?” I thought.

That night, I did the same as I always did. I sat in my leather chair with a glass of whiskey and a book before bed. When I felt myself getting a little lightheaded from the whiskey,  I decided it was time for bed. But when I got up, I saw what looked like a huge bump protruding from the rug. There was something under the rug, and it was moving and getting bigger. Absolutely terrified,  I lifted up a nearby chair ready to throw it on whatever was under the rug, but before I could it scurried away. I tried following it, but when I got to the kitchen it was gone. I needed to clear my head so I headed up to the bathroom to splash cold water on my face. But when I tried to flick the lights on they didn't work. In the dark I could barely make out the words written on the bathroom mirror in blood red: “I MISSED YOU.” (fx6-horror sound) I decided that it must be the effect from the whiskey and the fact that I was becoming delusional after leaving civilization for so long. So I went straight to bed trying to forget everything that had just happened.

The next morning my head throbbed in pain. As I went to the bathroom to wash my face, I noticed that the mirror was spotless.

“Getting intoxicated is not helping me in any way. I should really stop drinking so much especially since my wife's death anniversary is approaching,” I groaned.

So in the next two weeks I tried to keep myself away from alcohol, but despite my efforts I still found myself going back to it. Time was passing slowly, and everyday I had the feeling that I was being watched. Whether I was reading, sleeping or preparing my meals, I felt another presence in the room with me. Every now and then I would see shadows and figures flash by me. I tried to convince myself that they were illusions, but they kept happening over and over again. The clattering of dishes, creaking of floorboards, and slamming of doors haunted me day and night.

The day before the anniversary I spent the evening sitting outside on my porch deep in thought.  I was anxious about how I would face my wife’s gravestone and the things I would tell her. Coming back to town took a lot of courage, and now that I'm here I've been thinking about staying. I owe so much to Arsen, and I thought it was finally time to make it up to her in any way I can. As I walked back into the house thinking about what flowers to get her tomorrow, I saw something move from under the rug. I blinked and squinted to make sure I was imagining it. It was the bump! Two weeks passed and it happened again! I chased it as it ran around the living room and tried to stomp on it but couldn't. When I thought I finally got it, I took a huge stomp but missed, and my foot ended up making a big hole in the wooden floor under the rug. Puzzled, I lifted up the rug to reveal the wooden floor and the hole in it. The wood must be getting weak so I thought about getting it replaced. But what’s this? It looked like there was something under the floorboards so I reached in, and to my surprise I could lift them up with ease. But when I saw what the floorboards hid I froze and stared at it until I realized what it was. It was Alexandra, or rather what was left of her decomposing body.(fx6-horror for body scene)

Now as I lay half conscious on the floorboards next to Alexandra's body, a silhouette of my dead wife started to form over me.

"You've finally come back." Arsen whispered.

"What's happening? What do you mean?" I stuttered.   

"I've been waiting ten grueling years for you."

"So it was you playing all these tricks? I wasn't imagining things and going crazy then!”

"Who else could it have been?" she smirked.

"Why did you have to kill Alexandra?"

"I thought the bitch should get a taste of her own medicine. You don't even know the things she said behind your back! She killed me, and you let it happen! "

"I didn't know about any of it, I swear. I didn't pick her over you."

"Shut up; it doesn't matter anymore"

"Why did you do all of this?"

"This is the only way I can make sure you won't leave me again."

I began to cough and spit out blood.

"Now we can always be together..." she said as she laid down and wrapped her arms around me.

Then I begin to feel the house shake violently. Glass shattering and the sound of furniture hitting the floor filled my ears.(fx8-debris falling) In a matter of seconds, I was buried under layers and layers of rubble. The moment before I closed my eyes, I caught a slight glimpse of the silver moonlight and thought this is probably how it should have ended.

I hope all of you enjoyed my short story about the cold revenge of a wife who all but wanted her husband to be with her forever and went to the extremes to do just that even if she was already died. Thank you for reading! Feel free to give me any criticism, I know my writing is only mediocre so any pointers would really help me alot!

Amateur Writer

     I'm just an amateur compared to all the other great writers and aspiring authors out there. I don't write for money or to express my opinions and push them onto people. Truthfully,I don't think many people will actually see this blog aka my own little writing corner but being able to put my writing out there and to have a place for it does really make me happy. And not to mention, I'm tired of storing up all my writing as documents on my computer but never doing anything with them. Its like.... I make all these characters and stories yet they never come alive because they will forever be trapped in their 2-D form on a word document hidden in a folder. So this is the safest and best way for me to let my writing flow out into the world.