So pissed i spent like 3 hours writing a short story and nothing saved. So here’s one i made quick.
Have you ever had the feeling of joy? The sense of your lips rising and your eyebrows becoming the wrong way around. A feeling that fills your heart so much it explode. Well i was filled with this until i got caught up in the wrong fight. Killing the wrong animal.
The wild vicious cat leaped into the small pathetic dog and scratched it causing pain and terror. The dog started to curl its legs closer together and to cried out for help. Putting its head towards the cold damp floor. Keeping its eyes shut. The cats jaw moved from tight shut to wide and full. Water dripping from the bloody roof of its mouth. Three. Two. One. That was the end of the dog. While the dog is travelling though after life, the cat was still enjoying the taste of the flavorless dog. He rips though the ribs to get to the heart, the soft, juicy heart. As his mouth bits into the heart, blood it erupts all around the field. The maggots have already started on the ripped splurged guts and keep eating until the sun goes down.
The feeling inside me is still the same.
This is the monster that i consumed, the one who had no heart, the one who had the spirit of the devil inside conflicting pain and causing it to make your head want to blow. This thing in my head giving me new thoughts, giving me reason to kill. Killing people keeps this feeling alive, so much that it drives me to carry on.
On the day this horror happened to me i later give birth, this was 16 years ago. I was lucky, she survived. My beautiful angel was born, well that’s what i thought.
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Sorry for the horrific spelling and grammar, i’m dyslexic.
Trying my best here.
Thanks for checking it out
Peace
