He stares into her hate filled eyes and spits venomously towards her. “You shall not have what is not yours. You shall only have the leftovers, and nothing more!”
The sneer that creeps across her lips cuts through the air more than her words ever could, separating flesh from bone.
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Casually We Cried – 50 Word Story
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We Of Definition – 50 Word Story
“A defining moment, you called it. A twisted defining moment. Yet the moment wasn’t defining, was it?” he says as he looks across the room towards her.
“But, I died. Wasn’t that defining enough?”
“Death doesn’t define anything, it is but a stepping stone, a misguided glance, an endless nothing.”
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A Time To Disappear – 50 Word Story
He looks down at his hands as they fade away, and then looks over to Catherine. The smile that is on her lips holds a sadness in them that he cannot understand, tilting his head to the side he frowns and furrows his brow.
“Sweet Catherine, why do you cry?”
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Forged In Words Lost In Syllable – Unhinged Poem
When will we see,
or what we saw,
apostrophes calling me,
broken symbols,
punctuation falsified,
commas wasted,
you don’t understand my sentences,
because I don’t use full stops,
we talk without taking,
we scream without exclamation,
a tad bit over edited,
a little under done,
inverted commas and question marks,
quotations not the remark,
I try to tell you something,
or was it something that was said,
I say,
you said,
we are saying,
or maybe it was says instead….
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A Crawling Devil – Unhinged Poem
As I laid down upon the cavern floor,
I realised that death was with me no more,
a tear was ahead,
my life was saved,
a festive pardon,
a wisdom enslaved,
you saw my lies,
I told you more,
pathetic resolutions.
to simplistic home truths,
we wish for nothing,
we wish for it all,
I gave you nothing,
for you had it all…
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We The Twelve Percentile – 50 Word Story
“In the end we all have to make a choice, and sometimes a sacrifice. This is one of those moments, this is your moment.” he says as he gleefully wets his lips with his overripe tongue. “Tell me, what is it you choose to be, a martyr or a nobody?”
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Timing Is Ninety Percent Luck – 50 Word Story
The blade glistens in the moonlight, the blood glowing a brilliant golden. He smiles at her with a half disguised glance and buts down on his bottom lip as he turns to face their mother.
“Come on whelp, you don’t have the stones to take me down!” she cackles loudly.
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I See A Pattern – 50 Word Story
“So, you don’t agree with my methods?” Caliban says with a grin upon his lips. “I thought they were tried and true, and I can assure you after a century or more than has been no complaints from the audience,” he adds, flicking his tongue across his red ripe lips.
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Painting Red And White – Unhinged Poem
Fledgling symphonies,
wrongful acts,
a clash of paint,
a flash of sin.
weird in between everything,
rotting flesh within,
a word asked,
no sound given,
my moments lost,
tangents seen,
a colour difference,
red wiped clean…
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See The Sinful Find Me – Unhinged Poem
Window to nirvana,
give me silence,
I quest for you always,
my fate lost without,
a lustful kiss,
a sinful glance,
forgiveness reward enough,
for the whore in the short skirt,
plagiarism,
succubus,
my fortune red river road,
skinned alive,
dinned alone,
a window open,
a window without a home….
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Toothless Whispers – 50 Word Story
“The kids say the darnedest things, don’t they?” he says with a toothy smile.
Carol smiles nervously as she presses herself up against the wall, and slides past him quickly.
“W-W-What?” he stammers, as he twists and turns, shifting not only his stance, but every fiber of his very being.
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Waiting For Winter In Spring – Unhinged Poem
Pretty pictures without a frame,
looking down upon where they came,
a mirror unmoving,
a moment no longer,
capturing the flag and making it stronger,
forget me not,
forget me will,
devilish transformations of a tomorrow we have not,
a Persian Princess,
in love with an Arabian King,
diamonds on her fingers,
semen in her cunt,
salty semantics,
rudimentary equations twisted and lost,
the falcon,
the bird man,
fly away to the sky,
fly away and escape,
for wings we have not…
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Pardon My Penance – Unhinged Poem
My personal stigmata,
my self inflicted staples,
holding me in place,
I am the sin,
I created my own pain,
blessed light breaking in,
I watch,
I wait,
seething with something unknown,
weighed down to the depths below,
I see the light in the darkness that surrounds me,
I reach for it through blood and bone,
screaming,
missing,
what am I,
without me…
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5 Minute Horror Story – Devouring Of A Moment – First Short Story From 2020 Book Ten
“A day in the light, a year in the dark, that is the curse you also now face.” he says as he wipes the blood from his lips and sneers at them with a sarcastic smugness.
“You have CONDEMNED us all the hell foul demon! We….” he doesn’t get to finish his words, as he is quickly upon him, and grips him tightly by the throat.
“I have saved you all! I have allowed you to live through the impossible. I am your saviour, and you should worship me as such,” he says as he snaps the man’s neck and tosses his lifeless corpse to the ground. From out of the darkest corners of the cavern they descend, devouring at first the light, and then the corpse.
He growls, then leers at the others as he bares his teeth and levitates off the ground. “Does anyone else share his desires? Does anyone else wish to question what I have done to ensure our survival?”
For many minutes silence is his only answer, until finally a young woman steps forward. “I don’t want to question what you have done, but I-I, I do want to know how long it will be before we can go back above, to see the sun again.”
He smiles and gently comes back to the earth, landing in front of her. “You are a brave little girl to be asking someone as big and scary like me, such an important question.” he says as he kneels before her and places a hand on her shoulder, squeezing it softly. “Who put you up to this? Tell me and I promise it will be quick.”
“N-N-No one put me up to anything. I-I, I asked the question, because I want to know how long it will be until I can go outside again, and you’re not big, or scary.” she says, he smiles softly as he tightens his grip.
“I think you’ll find that I can be very scary,” he hisses.
“S-S-She’s just a girl,” a voice calls out from the crowd that has slowly surrounded them.
“Leave her alone, and pick on someone your own size,” another voice yells out.
“Coward!”
“Bully!”
“Monster!”
He lets out a scream, and spins around, baring his teeth once again. “DO YOU DARE DEFY WHAT I HAVE GIVEN YOU? DO YOU DARE CHALLENGE ME, YOUR SAVIOUR!”
“You are no saviour, not to me,” the girl says.
“Who are you? You’re not just a little girl, are you. You’re something entirely different, aren’t you?”
She smiles, “Because I don’t bend to your will, you suspect me to be more than I am. How brazen an ego you have.”
“My ego has nothing to do with this. I saved this town from a far greater evil than I, all I ask is the respect I deserve.”
“You have condemned them to a lengthier death is all,” the girl says as her eyes become like pools of oil, and her smile tears across her face.
“W-W-W-What are you?” he stammers, as he stumbles backwards.
“I am the spider, and you have brought me all the flies,” she says as the darkness moves in once more, this time for him.
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Before you lies a piece of a puzzle far grander than you could ever know or imagine. For scrawled in blood upon the pages hidden within the above tome is stories twisted twenty in all, soaked in the embers of my insanity. Five minutes to glimpse inside the eyes of someone new, five minutes to answer, five minutes to sin, five minutes to do almost anything. A god, a demon, a harlot, a whore. A fascist, a killer, a sinner, a door. Death and division, humanity askew. A belfry of bats, a sea of black cats, so many moments out there to see, so many things you could see with me. So take a seat beside me and call it voodoo, because now you ride with me too…
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Dish Drummers – 50 Word Story
In fevered desperation he shoves fingers down his throat, hoping to somehow vomit the parasite from within him, but he only finds bile and blood his reward. With one last almighty cry he punches himself in his own chest over and over again, like a drummer obtaining the perfect beat.
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5 Minute Horror Story – Let My Sin Be My Fate – First Short Story From A Twisted Halloween 2020
“Redemption is something I can never have, now that you truly know my name,” he says as he looks across the room at her, and tries to smile, but it comes across as more of a sneer than a smile.
“You take great delight in this, don’t you?” she says, as her lips pout proudly outward, and her eyes dig at him like daggers.
“No, no I don’t take any delight in this, I had hoped that you would’ve never figured out the truth.”
“You wanted to live a lie, to live a false life forever?”
He laughs softly, “Forever is an overused word, I was hoping for a decade or two, until you died for natural causes, and not by my hand.”
“Then you must be so disappointed that we have found our way here so early, at my point of death.”
He smiles nervously, as his bottom lip trembles and beads of sweat break out on his brow. “I-I-I, I never meant for this to be the way things ended between us, for you.”
“Liar! You just told me you wished for this charade to last until my day of death, and now you renege on that very same statement. How much of a fool do you take me for?”
“I-I-I, I don’t take you for a fool, and I said I never wanted it to be by my hand.”
“But you are still going to go through with it, aren’t you?”
“You know I have to,” he says as he swallows an uneasy mouthful of air.
“Why? Because I know who you really are, or more to the point, who you’re not.”
He smiles nervously once again and laughs. “You profess to know more than you actually do, for if you truly knew who I was you wouldn’t be so calm.”
“You’re going to kill me regardless of my reaction, so it doesn’t matter what I do, it doesn’t matter what I say, the end will be what it will be.”
“Such profoundness from someone so unpredictable, however did you manage to hide such a formidable side of yourself from me for so long?”
“You were too concerned with hiding your own lies, that you couldn’t see through everyone else’s. You see my jaded love, you aren’t the only one running from your past.”
He pouts his lips together, and places a finger against them, sucking in a breath, as he rubs his forehead with the barrel of the revolver. “What secrets have you got hidden against your bosom?”
She smiles, and leans forward, running her tongue across her teeth. “My lie is nowhere as big as yours, so you needn’t worry yourself about it. Just do what you have to do, to protect what you need to protect.” she says, her words laced with sarcasm.
“Don’t belittle me woman, you are only tempting fate!” he snarls as he lowers the revolver towards her. “The hand of god will strike you down, and you will face his final judgement!”
She laughs, “Honey, I face god’s judgement on a daily basis, this isn’t anything new to me.”
He squints as the sweat stings his eyes, and he lets out a stuttered breath of exhaustion, as his finger squeezes the trigger, only for the world to stop. He sits there in silence for many minutes, unable to move, as the world around him sits in a frozen state of motionlessness, that is everything except her.
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Before you lies a piece of a puzzle far grander than you could ever know or imagine. For scrawled in blood upon the pages hidden within the above tome is stories twisted thirty-one in all, soaked in the embers of my insanity. Five minutes to glimpse inside the eyes of someone new, five minutes to answer, five minutes to sin, five minutes to do almost anything. A god, a demon, a harlot, a whore. A fascist, a killer, a sinner, a door. Death and division, humanity askew. A belfry of bats, a sea of black cats, so many moments out there to see, so many things you could see with me. So take a seat beside me and call it voodoo, because now you ride with me too…
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Something Sickening – 50 Word Story
His teeth fly through the air performing remarkable pirouettes before hitting the floor seconds before he does. Blood seeps quickly from his mouth, as he lies unresponsive on the ground for far longer than he dared wish. He stares at the three teeth that lie on the floorboards before him.
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Taken To The Dog Wash – 50 Word Story
Angelo takes a tentative step forward, only to meet its gaze with his own.
“Nice doggy,” he says nervously as he holds his hands in the air.
“I’ve been called many things over the years, but this is the first time someone had referred to me as a nice doggy!”
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5 Minute Horror Story – Be Damned My Journey – First Short Story From Breadcrumbs To Madness 3
“Whimsical washings my dear, for there is no more,” he says with an awkward smile. “You just need to realise it was never going to go your way.”
She continues to stare down at the coffee cup, ignoring his words.
“You can play the card that was dealt to you, and attempt nirvana, or you can do this a be damned!”
“Will you relent? Will you be still?”
He stares silently towards her, while she continues to watch the cup. “I am like the ice of these walls dear child, I will not relent, and I will never be still!”
“Then you will be forever damned, for this is not just a moment that will be left from your memories, it will be a forever that will never be.” she spits with venomous intent, as she casts a glare of hatred up from the cup and into his awaiting eyes.
He allows a wry smile the crawl across his lips like a caterpillar and strokes his lengthy beard with pompous pride. “You show such aggression for someone so young, and clearly out of hope. What makes you think you can disrespect me so flippantly?”
She laughs, “I’m not trying to disrespect you, and if that is what you feel I have done, then I apologise with a heavy heart, for my words were meant as a…” She doesn’t get to continue her sentence as he is upon her.
The table and cup are knocked to the ground as if they were leaves in the wind, while he tightens his grip around her throat and hisses like a snake. “I have given thee more space than I have any other. I have allowed you to live when others would be dead long ago. I stand here, with my hands around your throat and finally feel like I am who I am supposed to be, once again. Tell me why I should allow you to live? Tell me why I shouldn’t curse you to the longevity of a forever trapped inside this tomb, like I have the rest of these pathetic lost souls?” he growls through clenched teeth, as he lifts her high into the air with one hand, and gestures around the room at the silent spectres that stand watching, with the other.
Her eyes bulge from their sockets, and she at first allows herself to lie limp in his arms, but as the seconds tick over to minutes, she feels a hopelessness take over, and she frantically tries to free herself from his grip. As she lets out gasps of fevered desperation, she frantically tries to pull his fingers from her throat but finds it almost impossible. She then tries to claw at his face, digging at his eyes, sobbing uncontrollably.
He smiles wryly and pulls her to him. “You see who holds the power now wench?” he hisses as he licks the tears from her face and tosses her to the ground.
She gasps desperately, dragging in breath after breath, tightly clenching her hands into fists as she tries to gain control of her nerves once more.
“Now,” he says with a broad smile across his face, as he places the table back on its feet, and sets the coffee cup in the centre once more. “Let us play again, and maybe this time you will make the right decisions, that give us both a perfect outcome.”
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Follow the below link to purchase Breadcrumbs To Madness 3 to read all 24 five minute short stories.
Before you lies a piece of a puzzle far grander than you could ever know or imagine. For scrawled in blood upon the pages hidden within the above tome is stories twisted twenty-four in all, soaked in the embers of my insanity. Five minutes to glimpse inside the eyes of someone new, five minutes to answer, five minutes to sin, five minutes to do almost anything. A god, a demon, a harlot, a whore. A fascist, a killer, a sinner, a door. Death and division, humanity askew. A belfry of bats, a sea of black cats, so many moments out there to see, so many things you could see with me. So take a seat beside me and call it voodoo, because now you ride with me too…
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Winter See The Star – Unhinged Poem
The story was told,
starry eyes stole,
fortunes of war,
hidden beneath the sands of old,
dare do we see,
a loss is no win,
the glory taken,
the life of the king,
fashion the shive,
open your soul,
the death of destiny,
the rot of the roll…
