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An Illiterate Fool's Short Stories
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Posted: Mon, 11/10/2021 04:18 (3 Years ago)
・Feel free to give some feedback or anything regarding these stories, I'd love to hear it
・Some stories may not be finished due to lack of motivation or just me giving up due to my device issues, so if you ever read these and want to finish them or make your own stories based on the idea, go ahead
man this looks really uninteresting but idk what to add, oh well -\_(ツ)_/-
Posted: Tue, 12/10/2021 05:50 (3 Years ago)
Don't Let Me Forget You...
Trigger Warnings - uhhh idk how to do this
Final Word Count - 2,511
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Oh god that took forever... I got
burnt out after doing the first few paragraphs and really didn't
put much effort into the rest, there's no flow and the sentences
are so repetitive and dull. I could've just left it unfinished but
i really didn't want to do that lmao. I also wanted to write the
ending just so i could get this concept out of my head, so there's
that. At least this is kinda like a warm-up, a small practice i
guess. I promise i'll try to write the next one better, no matter
how burnt out i get lol
"Gabi! Gabi, wake up!" What was that...? Is that... my name? Why does everything hurt so much...? Every ounce of my body is screaming in pain, my skin has the memory of being caked in a liquid, even though I don't recall... Wait, why can't I remember anything? What happened to me? Why is everything dark? A sudden sense of urgency rushed through me, like adrenaline, allowing my eyes to fly open and let me see something once more, like a curtain on a stage. I feel so weak... Why can't I remember what caused all of this? I let my eyes scan the room, a faint feeling of being unsafe, or maybe just being unnerved, crept its way up my back and sent chills wherever it walked. Everything around me was somewhat white, and I was lying down on something soft... I could feel something wrapped tightly around my head, and I couldn't see the pale white of my arms, but instead the pure white of a bandage. Was I... in a hospital...? Was the feeling I had felt before, and the lack of conscience and relief of pain, caused by something that had happened? Last thing I remember... I was in a car, heading towards a restaurant an hour away from home with... Oh. Oh no... If I was injured this bad, what happened to them?
"Mom...? Dad...?" My voice was weak and raspy, I'm not even sure if I made something audible. But... There was someone else, wasn't there? I remember talking to someone right beside me... We were laughing, I was showing them something on my phone, then... My eyes widened, fear and dread filled my mind as I began to try and lift myself up, miserably failing to do so. To my left, a nurse rushed through the door once she noticed I was up, then began to say things I couldn't understand. I began calling their name, struggling to get away from the nurse's grasp. Even while being seemingly filled with a burst of energy from my desperation, I could feel the pain in my muscles and my bones giving out, even when I tried to fight it. My groggy and sorrow-filled head began to clear up, just enough so I could hear the nurse. She wasn't saying much, other than calmly telling me I needed to stop. Her tone quickly changed once my body obeyed, and the chill ran down my spine once again. The air seemed to drop around me and my mind became blank. The one I had been calling out for this whole time, the one who I showed that video to, the one who was in the devastating car crash with me, and the love of my life, was gone.
My wounded body lay limp on the messy hospital bed, my face was frozen in time from pure shock from the news. "I'm sorry, ma'am... He was the only one killed in the crash, it was far too late to save him..." She said sadly, but unfortunately, most of those words were muffled by the endless ringing that now occupied my ears. The fact that my parents survived should've been enough to leave me responsive to anything else she had to say, but I continued to sit, unable to do anything about it. All my memories with him began to play in my head like a movie, reminding me of what I loved him for. Every day that passed with him, I would have never thought it would end like this. We were only 19... He still had a whole life ahead of him... He had friends, he had a relationship, and he always said he was the happiest man alive... So... Why? Why couldn't we live happily with each other? The movie in my head was beginning to come to a close, and with that, tears began to flood my eyes. I could hear the nurse say something, then leave, leaving me alone with a world of emotions, and I had to bear it all like Atlas holding up the sky.
2 Weeks Later
"Gabi! Come down, it's time for lunch!" No response. "Gabi? Please come down, you need to eat!" Her mother's calls did nothing to motivate the unmoving girl. These days, she doesn't do much. The incident was eating her up inside, eating up all her thoughts and emotions. She felt no need to do anything anymore. The growls of her stomach didn't bother her, she didn't care about bathing or taking care of herself, and the constant buzzing of her phone was all but background noise to her. She had only gotten out of bed to go to his funeral and when she was forced to. The fact that she discovered the dinner was going to be the place where he proposed didn't lift her spirits any, it only broke her even more. She remembered that they had made a promise when they first got together, one she took to heart. "We'll be together till the end of time, and even then I'll never forget you." Those were his exact words, and she said the same. Footsteps began to echo in the stairway leading to Gabi's room, indicating that her mother was yet again trying to convince her to do something. Every day for the past 2 weeks, she had been begging Gabi to do something with her life and not let it go to waste. She didn't even realize it, but Gabi was breaking her poor mother's heart when she saw her like this. Her mother began to talk, but she couldn't hear a word. Her eyes were fixed on the ceiling and her mind was empty, refusing to think or even function. It was a few moments later when her mother decided it was useless to try and talk Gabi out of this depressing state, and she gave a sigh. "Please come downstairs, I have something for you." Were her mother's final words before she walked out. The girl wasn't all that intrigued with whatever her mom had, but she had the sudden urge to at least get up.
She made her slow descent down the stairs and into the living room, where her mother and... her father? Why was nobody else there? Why did the room feel empty...? The chill ran down her back once again, indicating something unpleasant would follow. "Where's dad..." Gabi muttered in a low, emotionless, and monotonous tone. Confusion began to fade onto her mother's face, like she didn't know what her daughter was talking about. "Your father...? Dear, he died in a car crash 17 years ago... Are you feeling ok?" Concern filled her mother's voice, and the motherly instinct to see what was wrong caused her to get up from her chair and rush over to Gabi. "I know how terrible you feel but-" "I saw him just a few days ago... Where is he..." What was going on... Why is her mother acting like he wasn't just here? "Gabi... What are you talking about?" The words were spoken slowly, like her mother was trying to be careful not to break her. It was then that Gabi realized that her mother was being serious, and she really didn't recall those 17 years she knew she had spent with her father.
Her eyes widened and her mind began to fill up again, the emptiness quickly being replaced by something far worse. Shock and fear. She ran to her room and quickly grabbed her phone, ignoring the many messages she had received, trying to find her father's contact. Surprisingly, it was nowhere to be found. No names, no pictures, no messages, no calls from him in her history, nothing. She then quickly began to dial his number, hoping that there was some chance this was all just a joke. "The number you are trying to reach is unavailable." No... No no no no... What the hell is going on?! This couldn't be real, no joke could go this far without some screw-up. She punched in the numbers again, hoping she just put in the wrong number. 1... 2.... 3... The number you are trying to reach is unavailable." 3 buzzes and the message, once again making the existence of her beloved father null and void. She couldn't believe it... Was she going crazy? Did she just imagine her father? Or was it some supernatural occurrence? The latter was highly unlikely, so... What was happening? The situation was getting to be more than she could handle, especially in her currently unstable state, so her knees gave out and she fell to the floor, clutching her hair as loose tears fell to the hard floor below. Her mother, already concerned enough, hurried up the stairs after hearing the noise and did so while calling her name. She only stopped when she opened the door and saw her daughter like this, clearly panicking and seemingly going insane. She fell to the floor alongside Gabi and gently laid her arm on her back. "Gabi? Gabi, what's going on? Are you ok?" Regardless of how obvious the answers to those questions were, her mother asked them anyways. In response, the girl let out something a little less than a yell and continued sobbing, completely ignoring her mother after telling her to go away. Instead of fulfilling her request, her mother tried to bring Gabi to her feet, failing to do so. Once that attempt failed, she decided to use force and wrap her child's arm around her own neck and slowly dragged her to the car. At this point, Gabi had calmed down quite a bit, but tears still wet her face and small whimpers escaped her mouth.
Her mother drove to a place quite far from home, making her hear the depressing mumbles and cries of her daughter the entire ride, but she didn't care more about that than Gabi's health. Once they arrived at the doctor's office, her mother yet again had to drag her out and into the building. Thankfully, it wasn't that long of a walk and they arrived at Gabi's doctor in no time.
A lot of explaining was done and concerns were shared, leading to the conclusion that Gabi would need to be watched carefully, making sure she didn't do anything rash or have another breakdown. However, they explained that they would take her to a mental hospital if she continued the actions, to which her mother agreed. Gabi, on the other hand, began to fight with the two. "No! No, please don't put me in there! What if... What if you disappear too, like father? What then?" Her rants continued until her doctor calmed her down, reassuring her that nothing of the such would happen and that she would be fine. It took a while for everything to settle down, but soon Gabi and her mother were able to return home. From there, everything went to hell.
Tears were now constantly falling down Gabi's face, she would experience nightmares every night, and her empty and broken soul had been replaced with an anxiety and pain-wrecked version of herself. Her mother would constantly be under pressure and worry as a result of this. The worst part? Gabi wasn't going crazy. Her father really was there during the incident. The thing is, during her days of sulking, she had entirely forgotten about his existence for only a brief moment, and that caused him to be erased almost entirely from existence. When Gabi finally pieced everything together, her mental state started to deteriorate. She tried desperately to remember who everyone was, even if it was just a random pedestrian. She didn't want anyone else to disappear, and it lead to her insanity. Every day, all day, she repeated the names of everyone she could think of, covering her walls with pictures of everyone she knew, to the point where she didn't sleep. She would stay up for as long as she could desperately grasping at whatever she had left. Her mother quickly took notice and tried everything she could to calm her poor daughter down, but nothing would work. It got to the point where she had to reluctantly take Gabi back to the doctor as instructed, saying her final goodbyes as she took her eyes off Gabi one last time.
Gabi cried and screamed the entire car ride on the way to the office, terrified at what would happen if she even took her eyes off of her mother. She knew what would happen when they arrived, she knew the consequences of this strange phenomenon if she ever were to be separated from everyone. She refused to get out of the car once they parked, and it took multiple people to force her out and bring her into the building. It was about 30 minutes until they managed to get her inside and seated in the office. Her eyes were swollen from crying and her voice was completely gone, and she could hardly keep herself awake. After some discussion, she was told to be moved to a mental hospital, the place of her worst nightmares. With the last of her energy, she did her best to delay the process until she passed out. Then and only then was she moved from the office to the hospital.
That day, Gabi had the worst nightmare, one so terrifying and horrible it would cause someone to go insane from just seeing it. Overwhelmed from fatigue, she was unable to wake up until nearly a day later. Once she finally opened her eyes, she found herself in a nearly empty room and could hardly recall anything, only the thing she had gone insane over. Right now, the only thing in her memory was that she couldn't forget anything or anyone... But... What exactly couldn't she forget? She started to panic, throwing the small number of things she could find, clawing at her hair, hitting herself, everything to try and remember. This went on for a few hours, but she was unable to remember anything due to her crazed state. She had to remember whatever it was she had forgotten, it was important, she knew that, but if it was important, why did it not come to mind? Crying and screaming could be heard from her room constantly, it was devastating to watch her collapse. Not long after that, though, she finally remembered something. It was from the wreck, all those weeks ago, it was something she said to her boyfriend. The words were terrifying to remember, ringing in her head and reminding her of everything. Those words that she had said when he had gotten in the car with them, and when she looked into his eyes. Those words, combined with her circumstances, meant he and everyone she knew was gone forever. Those words?
"Whatever happens to us, whenever it is, don't let me forget you, okay?"
Posted: Tue, 19/04/2022 05:29 (2 Years ago)
Title: [ WIP ]
Forever Sings the Sparrow With a Shattered Soul
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This is gonna be very edgy and I have
no clue as to why I'm writing this in the first place. That being
said, anyone who stumbles upon this should read with caution, as I
will have a lot of heavy themes dumped in here. I know that sounds
dumb, but I just want to give a heads-up. Edge and angst ahead,
enough to make even the writer cringe
- I plan on taking my time with this one, and will try to make it as long as possible. I hated how poorly I did on the last one, and I hope I don't make the same mistake again. Honestly, that story is now about the size of my average rp posts, and that makes me a little sad lol. This will probably take quite a long time to fully write and stuff, but I really do want to try with this one.
Oh yeah, here, here, here and here is a picrew of the main character :)
just my notes, don't mind me
-Mc was born in a "garden of eden" type scenario, and the goddess of this world was her "mother". There was a special plant that was considered the "heartbeat of the world" that they both took care of while they roamed the earth the goddess created, happily ever after or whatever. the goddess tells mc that if any harm was done to the flower, the world would crumble and die. the mc, being the goddess's first and only human creation, began to get lonely and bored, wishing for someone else. boom, a guy about the same age as mc is made and they both live with the goddess happily. yada yada yada, mc ends up plucking the flower for a reason i can't figure out yet, the world crumbles but the goddess takes it upon herself to live inside the core of the earth to become its heart instead, she punishes mc and mc's friend by giving them immortality, then the world turns into a "fallen" state where everything is bonkers and the way it is today.
-Since MC and her friend were "made of the earth" their blood has special properties, so when mixed with any mineral, metal, etc., the "power" of said thing gets amplified and they can sorta control it at will.
- I plan on taking my time with this one, and will try to make it as long as possible. I hated how poorly I did on the last one, and I hope I don't make the same mistake again. Honestly, that story is now about the size of my average rp posts, and that makes me a little sad lol. This will probably take quite a long time to fully write and stuff, but I really do want to try with this one.
Oh yeah, here, here, here and here is a picrew of the main character :)
-Mc was born in a "garden of eden" type scenario, and the goddess of this world was her "mother". There was a special plant that was considered the "heartbeat of the world" that they both took care of while they roamed the earth the goddess created, happily ever after or whatever. the goddess tells mc that if any harm was done to the flower, the world would crumble and die. the mc, being the goddess's first and only human creation, began to get lonely and bored, wishing for someone else. boom, a guy about the same age as mc is made and they both live with the goddess happily. yada yada yada, mc ends up plucking the flower for a reason i can't figure out yet, the world crumbles but the goddess takes it upon herself to live inside the core of the earth to become its heart instead, she punishes mc and mc's friend by giving them immortality, then the world turns into a "fallen" state where everything is bonkers and the way it is today.
-Since MC and her friend were "made of the earth" their blood has special properties, so when mixed with any mineral, metal, etc., the "power" of said thing gets amplified and they can sorta control it at will.
"Do you hear that? The sounds of her haunting footsteps rushing through the night? The echoing laughter that resonates within your soul? No, of course you don't, no one's ever heard her until it's too late... Lady Death has no mercy, Lady Death does not have a face. She is as nameless as the shadows of the night."
There tells many tales of one certain mysterious figure, one who has had many names and takes many forms. All of the tales about them are truths, but could very well be lies at the same time.
Most of these stories paint this figure of a human who has been granted immortality, one who has been around long before time had a name. They have done many things since the rise of humanity, and have become an idol for many to adore and look up to. Some would have even considered them to be a god, more specifically a god of longevity and well-being. Tellers of these tales would say this person has seen every event the world had to offer, every kingdom built and torn down, every natural disaster, every ground-breaking discovery, every plague, everything. One might even think that this figure could've had a role in all of these events, and maybe even have caused them. Well, they could be true, but of course, no one will ever know the real secrets this one person could have, if they even exist at all.
These stories have been passed down generation after generation, living inside of everyone's minds since the dawn of humanity. It's surprising that it still held true even when human minds have changed so drastically over the centuries. It's a shame the tale seemed to just suddenly die. Everyone seemed to forget, the tale stopped being told and it was gone, only to remain in ancient texts. It all seemed to happen when the 20th century arrived, coincidentally when another legend began to take its place. Could these legends be intertwined? Could one have faded into another?
Now, whispers are heard of an unnamed killer, an assassin of the night, who mercilessly takes the lives of hundreds, if not thousands, each and every year, for over 100 years. Some have even theorized that this figure could be the same as the forgotten legend from before, the god of many long and plentiful lives. Somehow, some way, this wonderful figure has morphed into the horrid god of death. Of course, none of these myths could be true, but those that believe will whisper back into the night, hoping their words reach the immortal being. Why? Well, maybe one day Lady Death will hear their pleas and silence her haunting laughs and footsteps the people hear each and every night.
Heh... Like I said before, all of these ramblings could very well be truths, or they could be morbid lies, you know. Still, I wouldn't go around telling what I've told you to those you meet on the street... Who knows, you might just run into the center of these tales, the one who has lived thousands and thousands of lives, the one who has killed as much as they've helped... Now that would certainly be a fun time, wouldn't it?
. . .
Eyes gleaming a cold, icy blue gazed over the tops of Leitveil's massive buildings, watching as every vehicle passed and as every window light flickered. Watching as every nightly walker strode across the streets, as every kid and their friends goofed around and danced the night away, as every young couple waltzed home hand in hand. The same haunting blue eyes that witnessed the fall of millions, country and man alike. Eyes that shone in the bloodied night as they became the last thing a number had seen before their demise. Eyes that many had seen but never got a chance to peer into the ocean, leaning too far off the edge before that piercing glare gave the final push.
Vehicles ran on by, lights flickered and dimmed, the noise was slowly quieting down. It was late in the night, hardly a soul awake, even in this massive city that became the pride and joy of this country. But the figure stood still, looming over everything far below on its high high pillar. The night had a certain chill, one that would raise every hair on your body, one that would put you on edge. A breeze seemed to sway and dance in a haunting way, brushing against the vulnerability of your very soul, the air felt as empty as ever. And yet ever still, the figure had yet to move a single muscle. Her pale, shell pink hair whipping along in the breeze, intertwined with the eerie waltz that blanketed the city, turning it into its personal ballroom. Those icy blue eyes seemed to be looking for something in particular, not too far in the distance, like a wild cat searching for its next meal.
Posted: Mon, 11/07/2022 17:55 (2 Years ago)
Posted: Thu, 09/02/2023 05:09 (1 Year ago)
The Grass is Always Greener on the Other Side
Trigger Warnings - [ TBA ]
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Soulmate AU- whenever you touch
your soulmate, you see colour for the first time. One of the
characters has lost a soulmate, and the other is blind. "When I'm
with you, I know what colour is," -blind character.
11/10 22:43Maybe they're not soulmates, but they decide that they are because they make each other happu
Necromancer story, where the necromancer has an unhealthy delusion of loves ones and cannot let them go
"the souls of my enemies will never rest until every feeble bone in my body has crumbled"
"Why do you keep looking at my lips?" "sorry, i'm deaf"
a vigilante duo got caught in some messed up mafia BS and one of them was captured, tortured for a month to reveal information, holding onto a small hope they would be rescued, then eventually being found by their partner. they, a once hardened and much more stable person than the one who rescued them, is broken down by the trauma and seems to have an unresolved fear. eventually the group is wiped out, but they are still paranoid af. turns out that they let loose one piece of information, the other person's identity, and is still haunted by the fear of their life being ruined because of that one slip-up
"they say that a tree blooms with the fruit of a person's dreams once they die, sprouting over their resting place."
11/10 22:43Maybe they're not soulmates, but they decide that they are because they make each other happu
Necromancer story, where the necromancer has an unhealthy delusion of loves ones and cannot let them go
"the souls of my enemies will never rest until every feeble bone in my body has crumbled"
"Why do you keep looking at my lips?" "sorry, i'm deaf"
a vigilante duo got caught in some messed up mafia BS and one of them was captured, tortured for a month to reveal information, holding onto a small hope they would be rescued, then eventually being found by their partner. they, a once hardened and much more stable person than the one who rescued them, is broken down by the trauma and seems to have an unresolved fear. eventually the group is wiped out, but they are still paranoid af. turns out that they let loose one piece of information, the other person's identity, and is still haunted by the fear of their life being ruined because of that one slip-up
"they say that a tree blooms with the fruit of a person's dreams once they die, sprouting over their resting place."
[ WIP ]
Posted: Thu, 02/11/2023 01:56 (1 Year ago)
Hangman
Trigger Warnings - Body horror, death, hanging
Final Word Count - 2,287
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Just a random, generic idea I had
that was a bit too late for Halloween. Just practicing my horror, I
guess
Post-writing notes - Not my best work, I had a bit of trouble on the tension and couldn't find a way to make it very exciting (even though there obviously is one, it's just not in my ability to write it properly, I guess). I guess it's still a thing I wrote, and I had fun writing it. I don't think it turned out half bad, but I could definitely make it better. Oh well, first time writing a dedicated horror work lol
Post-writing notes - Not my best work, I had a bit of trouble on the tension and couldn't find a way to make it very exciting (even though there obviously is one, it's just not in my ability to write it properly, I guess). I guess it's still a thing I wrote, and I had fun writing it. I don't think it turned out half bad, but I could definitely make it better. Oh well, first time writing a dedicated horror work lol
It was quiet, at first. Dark, silent, utter nothing.
Until you woke up. Then the screaming began, the flickering began, the pain began. The pain came before the realization, and the realization came before the fear.
Something, something was wrapped tightly around your neck. Thick, coarse, irritating, suffocating. Something was at your back, like a chair, suspending you in midair. But something, something wasn't right. Something was missing, something was screaming, something was causing you pain.
Drip. . .
Drip. .
Drip.
Drip
You knew that smell, that vulgar metallic odor that was still so enticing. The sound of a thick liquid dripping to the cold, hard floor below, you've seen enough movies to know what that was. It was red, you just knew it. Red like an apple, red like a warm autumn sunset, red like a rose.
Red like blood. Red like the flickering lights that disoriented your vision.
Your head wasn't clear, it felt light. You couldn't see straight, no thought in your mind was comprehendible, you could barely make a sound.
Other than scream, that is. Scream, scream, but nobody heard. Scream, scream, but the pain wouldn't end. Scream, scream, but you wouldn't get your voice back.
You wouldn't get your limbs back either.
Limbs? Blood. Pain. Screaming. Nausea. Confusion. Weightlessness. Hanging. Right, your limbs were gone, you couldn't feel them. You could only feel the blood drip drip dripping, you could only feel the pain of a horrible amputation job, you could only feel true fear. You wouldn't bleed out, oh no, whoever did this made sure to do just enough to prevent that from happening. They didn't bother to make the experience pleasant, on the other hand. They drugged you, but not with an anesthesia. It soon began to click that they wanted you to suffer, all this was intentional. An elaborate plan to cause you as much misery as possible.
You were suspended on a metal sheet, just enough to support what little body you had left. You were tied to a noose, tied just enough for you to breathe. In front of you lied a podium, and a figure standing behind it. There were dashes and letters laid out in front of them, but you were too disoriented to recognize anything. All you could see were twelve dashes, large spaces after the second and fourth line, and what appeared to be the whole alphabet underneath. Three rows of letters, ten characters in each row with six residing in the last. One letter was already crossed out in the second row, further to the right.
You paled. The figure behind the podium, you recognized them. You couldn't make out any of the features, but the colors, the sizes, the shapes, it just seemed so familiar. But the pain wouldn't let you think about that any more. The pain only let you see the flickering lights, the blurry letters, your impending doom. The pain only served to make Hell's flames burn brighter.
"S"
The echo bounded painfully in your ears, filling your head and amplifying the nausea. That voice boomed across the room, like it was coming from a speaker, but the distortion wasn't even there.
Is it in my head? Is it all in my head?
The dashes changed.
_ _ _ S _ _ _ _ S _ _ _
Your heart raced, you could hear the blood rushing in your ears, everything seemed to pulse. Your vision began to clear slightly, but the haze wouldn't recede.
"T"
Ba-dum. Ba-dum. Ba-dum.
_ T _ S _ _ _ _ S _ _ _
The voice grew louder this time, more sinister. It sent a chill down your bare spine, and that very chill is what gave you the knowledge that your limbs weren't the only thing mauled by some mysterious force. You could feel open wounds, large gashes and burn-like spots that only amplified your screaming.
At this point, your cries and screeches all fell silent. Only your racing heart, the booming voice, and the dripping blood remained.
"L"
Your heart stopped. A wave of pure dread swept over you, and everything seemed to fall silent.
Then the buzzer sounded. A large X appeared on the letters below the dashes, and something changed in the figure. Was it their face? Could you see... A smile? You could hear whirring nearby, like machines warming up, like a cat getting ready to pounce on its prey.
Shing.
A flare. A scream. A wave of pain. A gush of blood. A crooked smile.
Something was stabbed into the stumps that previously held your limbs. A sharp, searing pain quaked throughout every atom in your body, it almost made you pass out. But you couldn't. They made sure of it. You were sure that figure, the one standing there with that horrific smile, was behind all this, and they were getting exactly what they had hoped for. Something in your system prevented the luxury of escaping the pain, they wanted you to feel every moment of this hell.
_ T _ S _ _ _ _ S _ _ _
They didn't stop there. You could feel the blade twisting, faintly hear your tender flesh squelching, the blood leaving your body as a rhythmic whirring followed along the slow rotations. You could hear the metal clash into bone, and the pressure flaring in your chest as it moved along. It was your right arm, mangled beyond recognition, but they still found it necessary to "reattach" it in such a cruel way.
You screamed, but nobody heard you. You flailed, but nobody was there to save you. "Please," you would cry out, "Why are you doing this!?" Nobody would ever answer your calls. Your desperation would be lost to the emptiness of the room. Your pain was your only friend now, feeding off you like a parasite. Itching away at your sanity, your will to escape, leaving you hopeless in the end.
Oh but it didn't stop there. The symphony of the machines at work suddenly became out of rhythm, like the objective was changed. The arm fell back into place, barely hanging onto the side of your bloodied body, and the machine came back. This time, it possessed tiny needles, with a thin, barbed wire threaded into the eye.
Stab.
Down and under, wrap around. Stab. Up and over, wrap around. Stab. Down and under, wrap around. Stab. Up and over, wrap around. Stab. Over and over in a hauntingly beautiful beat, and oddly enough, it kept you grounded through the pain. You resorted to counting the steps in your head, like one would at a slow waltz for their feet. Each number brought another stab into your beaten flesh, and the numbers kept you sane.
Down and under, wrap around. Stab. Up and over, wrap around. Stab. Down and under, wrap around. Stab. Up and over, wrap around. Stab.
They were sewing your limb back in place, with the rugged connecting blade still sandwiched in between. The threads and pulls only drew your arm and your body closer together, driving that cursed piece of metal deeper and deeper.
"N"
The machines backed off, you were heaving at this point. No longer did you have the energy to continue desperately screaming, your throat ached long ago. The deeper breaths hurt, but your body refused to follow along with your attempts to catch your breath calmly. Desperation flowed through every vein you had left, and your body wasn't your own anymore.
Your voice was gone, but you still tried to plead for mercy. "Please, please I can't- I can't take it anymore-"
But you still had three limbs left. And you definitely haven't forgotten about the noose. The noose that only seemed to constrict tighter upon regaining your arm. The metal sheet you were on seemed to have lowered slightly, like it was a pressure plate.
It all clicked into place. All hope for an escape had been lost. You knew how this would end, you knew what hell awaited you. Your life wasn't your own anymore, you were simply entertainment now. Entertainment for the one smiling behind the podium.
_ T _ S _ _ N _ S _ _ _
A moment of relief, but another moment to soak in the pain.
"E"
_ T _ S _ _ N _ S _ E _
Your breathing grew heavier, but slower. Your head was throbbing, the world was spinning, but all you could do was wait for the next letter. At this point, you couldn't even make out what the phrase was supposed to be. There was only four letters, five of the twelve dashes were filled in. You couldn't think clearly enough to try and solve it yourself anyways.
"A"
A moment of silence. Your heart sank, your breathing halted.
Shing
There it was again, the flaring pain in your left side this time. The same procedure, but that didn't mean it hurt any less. It was agonizing, you wanted it all to be over with, you wanted to die already. You couldn't take it, the pain was already too much. Tears flowed down your face, your voiceless mouth opened for another plea, a beg of mercy, a scream of misery, but nothing could come out. Nothing would be there to help you.
The smile on the figure only grew wider, the features only grew ever so clearer, but you still couldn't see it in full. That grin was almost inhuman, stretching further than what you thought was possible.
"I"
Another moment of rest, another moment to sit with the pain that lingered.
I T I S _ I N I S _ E _
Only three dashes left now. Only three chances left. Only two limbs remain. Only so little time before the plate folded under your full weight. Only so little time before the rope caressing your neck closed in.
A long silence fell in the room. Only your heavy breathing, the dripping of your blood, the now audible buzzing of the lamps above sounded. Then a laughter came. A laughter from the figure. The figure with a smile so wide, their cheeks had been torn. Blood came down from that horrific smile of theirs, but they were still smiling. Still laughing. Still looking upon your form with utter joy.
You knew they were simply playing a game now, they had no intention of completing the final word, not before they had their fill. You could beg and beg for them to end it quickly, but that smile only grew.
"O"
Another roar of pain, another limb crudely reattached, another attempted scream was let out. You couldn't even pass out, you couldn't even die from the shock, your heart was racing and blood flowed from your body like a fountain but you
just
wouldn't
die.
"D"
The laughter was now combined with their choices, a haunting laugh that came from nowhere and everywhere all at once, all at the hands of the one behind the podium. The one behind the row of letters that now determined your fate.
I T I S _ I N I S _ E D
Two more letters now, one more limb, one more weight to be added to the scale that would end your life. The clock was ticking away, but the seconds only seemed like hours to you. It was a countdown you wanted to end, a countdown you wanted to see at zero. A bomb you wanted to explode, a timer you wanted to ring.
The laughter only grew louder. Was it all in your head? Did you start laughing too? The laughter was all you could hear. The flickering lights seemed to go along with the laugher, the blood seemed to as well.
"U"
And again. And again. And again and again and again and again andagain andagain andagain andagainandagainandagainandagain-
That was the last limb. Were you finally free? Did you finally win hangman? Could the pain be over?
But the metal plate below you seemed to be locked long ago. It wouldn't let you fall, not yet. You may be a complete human now, but the noose knows nothing else other than its own twists and turns and the skin of your neck.
"H"
I T I S _ I N I S H E D
You gazed into the empty sockets of the figure standing just in front of you. Its widened smile bled and bled, matching the rhythm of your own blood falling to the floor. You knew who it was. Even from the moment you opened your eyes, you knew those initial features all too well. All before it became distorted and corrupt, mauled and mangled, just like the body you had now.
"X"
The lock on the plate snapped, and your last moments were left in the lands of the suffocating noose. Any air you had left was now being snuffed out, your neck ached in pain, but it was over. You knew it was finally over.
As your neck craned up from the weight of your makeshift body, as the rope dug into your tender skin, the figure you were faced with looked upwards as well. The engraving of the invisible rope buried deeper into their skin.
I T I S F I N I S H E D
It's you.
Posted: Thu, 16/11/2023 06:39 (1 Year ago)
You Are My Sunshine
Trigger Warnings - Alcohol, self-harm, suicide, TBA
Final Word Count - TBA
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Based on an idea that Serendibite requested, I
wanted to write a romance-themed short story so here I am. I'm
never good with romance but screw it why not lmao
They say a person sees color for the first time when their hands intertwine with their soulmate's. Children are born with a blissful innocence, allowing them to see colors in their own way. Some are lucky enough to not be bound by the red string of fate, living their life with no need to find a soulmate that doesn't exist. Many could go their entire life colorblind, believing it all to be an illusion or hoax, or simply gave up on the fantasy of finding the one.
My world fell into a grey abyss almost two years ago. The glass in my hand has been my only friend since, the only color left in this world. A faint yellow tint in a small glass, occasionally a hazy red, is all I see, and even then it has faded away. Two years ago, I came home from an eventful shopping trip, a light still shone in my young eyes. Two years ago, I came home to find the walls splattered a dark grey with my husband laying motionless in the corner of the dull, lifeless living room. For the first time in forever, I saw a world without color, and the man I once loved laid in the center of it all. Fate's sharp and cruel blades had snapped the string that day, and I have been a husk ever since. A husk who had read those monochrome letters on a gradually dampening paper, not even a foot away from his corpse. It was a suicide note, a note written with guilt and pain embedded in every stroke, but the most painful of all were the words written out at the bottom.
"A world with color only highlighted the blood it was tainted with. Even with a vision, all I saw was pain, and for that I am so sorry.
If only I could've loved you more, Dalli."
They say that once your soulmate dies, you only exist to entertain fate's cruel game, living life as you once did before. Only the naive still chase after the color they bathed in not too long ago, desperately clawing at any crumb they were given. Only the naive believe that there is still a red string dangling for them, another soulmate they can chase after to fulfill their life once more.
Those that have given up on chasing would have mostly turned to alcohol or other substances, giving them a brief and twisted window into the world everyone around them saw for even just a moment. There are many who can't bear to live in such a dull world any longer, resorting to one final hope that they'll see once again in the afterlife.
In these two years, I have yet to become as desperate as my husband. I have become much more cynical and negative though, the blood-tainted world that he had written about was slowly bleeding into my mind the more I lived without the rose-colored glasses. The soulmate based society laid its foundation on jealousy and desperation, far too many took advantage of the blind and took their anger out on those who could see. I don't know why I still decide to live in such a world, no hope of ever living the same again and drowning my sorrows with alcohol, but I do.
"Thanks for the night, Trace." My voice echoed dully across the bar countertop, followed by the light tap of my foot as I hopped off the stool and wobbled to the door. I, as usual, was the last person here for the night, staying while the bartender cleaned up as some sort of entertainment for him. I didn't mind, even drunk it was nice having conversation with someone you knew. "Careful heading home, alright?" He called back, over the faint ring of the bell over the door as I pulled it open. I left with a small wave and a "mhm" under my breath, letting the door swing closed as I groggily put one foot in front of the other and headed home.
I flicked my wrist upwards, checking my watch
[ WIP ]