100 Word Story
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“There is a significant difference between a minor mishap, and this pathetic mess you refuse to take the responsibility for. You can either offer me an explanation for the long lasting predicament we now find ourselves in, or you can disassociate yourself from all that you hold dear, and leave, never to return,” Cassandra says…
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The water splashes onto his skin with a predestined purpose, hitting the flesh like tiny balls, exploding as they hit their target. The water washes away the blood, and carries it to the enamelled surface of the troth, and then down the drain. “Do you think, he’ll remember?” Deborah asks, as she casts a glance…
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The door falls to the ground and Lucas stares deathly towards Marian and Fiona. “You’ve both been very, very naughty!” he says through a wicked smile. “The things you’ve said and have done over the last half an hour have contradicted everything you promised me you would do, and now with all my family dead…
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He lowers the toothbrush and stares at his wayward reflection, as it continues to drive the churning blades of the brush into his bloody gums. “They called me a fool, misguided by the violence I was brought into this world with, and shunned me from the profession I so loved. They cast me out, humiliated…

