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just had a idea for some OC, and lets nake this a general writefaggotry thread (also some feedback on my wrinting would be nice)
here's the OC:
The sun has risen. My girlfriend is gone. I get out of the bed, slowly.
First I go to the bathroom, into the shower and let cool water run over my skin. I look at the place where the bathroom mirror once was.
"Right", i thought to myself, "I smashed that thing." I just couldn't look me in the eyes anymore.
I walk my way over to the kitchen and peek inside the fridge. It's still full. I'm not sure what I should eat, if I should eat, if I can eat. Fuck the fridge.
"Let's look out the window, shall we." Everything's still the same. All the cars nicely parked on the street in a nice big clusterfuck of a traffic jam.
Although I think the traffic lights on the intersection down the road switched to green. Yesterday they were still red I think. But it could be my imagination.
It's been so long. I don't remember how many days I haven't been out there. The calmness is almost terrifying.
The hours pass, as I just watch the outside world, sipping on the bourbon in my cereal bowl. It's getting dark again. In my head I hear her scream.
I should've just let her go. Let her be happy. Yes it would have been with someone else, but she would've been happy.
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cont.
I can hear the banging on my basement door. She's up.
Quickly I get to the bedroom and tuck myself in, pulling the blanket over my face, as if it would protect me.
There's no more light outside. The basement door opens. I can hear her pained moans as she crawls along the corridor towards the bedroom.
As she moves through the door and I feel the burning pain on my skin I take a good look at my corpse sitting in the chair on the opposite side of the bed and the
big red stain on the wall behind it, still dripping down, ever so slowly.
I shouldn't have killed her. I shouldn't have burned her alive in the basement. I shouldn't have killed myself.
u fucking wot
are you fucking mental?
