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Madness Microfiction Short Story

An Ode To Sickness – Twisted Microfiction 2020TOO

….“Placid moments mother, we don’t want to extent your stay here for too long,” Blake hisses through tightly clenched teeth as he struggles valiantly while trying to hold his mother to the ground.

“I AM NOT STAYING HERE FOR A MOMENT LONGER THAN I ALREADY HAVE!” she bellows as her face burns hot with anger. “AND AS SOON AS YOU RELEASE ME, I WILL ENSURE MY TIME WILL BE DONE!”

“You know I CANNOT do that! You are unwell, and in no condition to be other there in the word unattended. Just give me a few more day, a week at the most! You owe me that!”

Her eyes widen and her nose screws up as she casts her glare upon Blake’s panicked one. “I OWE YOU NOTHING! THE SACRIFICES I HAVE ALREADY ENDURED FOR YOU HAVE BEEN MORE PAYMENT THAN YOU ARE WORTH! SO UNHAND ME, OR FACE THE CONSEQUENCES OF YOUR ACTIONS!”

“Y-Y-You know I can’t do that don’t you? Y-You know it’s not t-the way things n-need to be d-done! Y-Y-Your sick, and you need to rest!”

“I AM NOT SICK! I AM FINE, IT IS YOU,” she spits venomously as she casts a fierce glare towards Blake and his brothers. “YOU! THE FOUR SEEDS OF SATAN I SPEWED FROM MY WOMB! YOU FOUR ARE THE ONES WHO ARE SICK! YOU FOUR ARE THE ONES WHO NEED TO BE SILENCED! AND SILENCE YOU WILL ALL BE ONCE I BREAK FREE OF THIS PRISON CELL YOU’VE LOCKED ME IN!”….

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