Day 189 – Potty Mouth – Whispered Words

Words are like weapons, they rip and they tear, destroying pieces of ourselves, pieces that don’t repair, the damage you do, is damage that’s done, now you ask to be forgiven, and I tell you it won’t come, you plead and you beg, you cry and you scream, and then you start hitting, you start…

Day 189 – Take It All – Where I Start

I never meant to hurt anyone, I never meant for them to die the way they did, I loved them all, each as much as the next in line, I loved everyone, and they, loved me. It was her, she did it, corrupted me, made me do it, but, I guess you want to know…

Day 188 – This Is My Sin – Where It Ends

“When this all first started, we had some good times, perfect times almost, you could say,” he says with a smile. “That’s before you showed me who you were, before you change!” he yells. “No, that is where you are wrong, for I did not change, it was you.” He laughs, “Really, you’re going to…

Day 188 – Wither – Whispered Words

Something, somewhere, made it, brought it to life, gave it a soul, allowed it to flourish, allowed it to grow, and the more it grew, the more demented it became, it lost it’s way, it forgot what it was, as it feed on the weak, as it killed the innocent, and butchered the rest, when…

Day 188 – This Is My Sin – Where I Start

“When this all first started, we had some good times, perfect times almost, you could say,” he says with a smile. “That’s before you showed me who you were, before you change!” he yells. “No, that is where you are wrong, for I did not change, it was you.”   You can view the final…

Day 187 – The Art Of Blood – 50 Word Story Expanded

“You impress me child, how is it that you’ve made it so far, in such little time? Not many make it here, at my feet, ready to worship me, normally the world swallows them whole, what makes you worthy of my attention?” It asks, as it sits, lazily back, on the large throne, made of…

Day 187 – The Art Of Blood – Whispered Words

Salty, thick, and warm, washing over me, spraying from your throat, with each pump of your heart, your life is draining away, you stumble, you tumble, you crash, into the ground you fall, you panic, you gurgle, you gasp, for hope, for air, for life, but nothing can save you, nothing at all, not now…

Day 187 – The Art Of Blood – 50 Word Story

“As my blade is washed in your blood, I’ll finally have my VENGEANCE!” He cries as he swings wildly with his dagger, it outmaneuvers his attack and slashes at him with it’s razor like claws, he grits his teeth, as he feels his innards tumble forward, out of his stomach. The Expanded Version can be…

Day 186 – Lamentation – Where It Ends

“I crawled from the pit, my body, broken, bloody, and all I could think of is what I’d do to you, once I found you,” he says, through bloody, clenched teeth. “I bet you didn’t think this was how it was going to go?” She says as she grabs the handle of the blade that…

Day 186 – Manipulation – Whispered Words

I’m looking, I’m searching, salivating at the thought, of what I’ll do, once I’ve got you, I’ll break you, I’ll rip you, I’ll beat you, I’ll kill you, I’ll fuck you, I’ll screw you, I’ll smother your face, I’ll smother your moans, then I’ll drain you, and cook you, I’ll bathe in your blood, while…