"Who gave you the right to choose for me?!" She snapped as him. "I don't want this! It was my choice and you took it away from me! Who said you could call the shot dammit! I've given you my everything you bastard! You held my heart in your palms and I trusted you to protect it! Not crush it... Please, you can't do this to me. I can't live without you here. You can't leave me."
Her hands tightened around the knotted fistful of shirt. His expression was barren as his eyes looked at her in a trance. He seemed to look indifferent and numb, only fueling her wet, rampent, emotional rage. Her teeth crashed together painfully, trying to bite down her angered sobs as she waited for him to respond. She loosened her grip on him and let him fall away from her grasp. Ruby liquid painted her fingertips, matching the same substance that covered his wound. Succumbing to her tears, she bawled into his chest, his blank expression fixed on het hunched form. After all, corpses can't respond.
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Odd Thoughts: A Collection of Quick Reads
Short StoryFleshing out my original storylimes is only a part of my writing process. This book is dedicated to quick, easy reads. Each is different in theme or genre. I hopr that you enjoy the samples of my different styles of writing.
