She held me tight as if she were never to let go. Weeping she gripped my top, my knife wound seeping. Wrapping my arms around her, I try to speak but only blood spurts out from my throat.
She gazed into my eyes, and then she smiled.
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Surreal Thrills: A Book of Micro-Stories.
Horror**Mature Content.** | 18+ | Created and dragged off of my twitter account against their will. Terrifying Micro-Stories that are short and disturbing. You will not rest easy after reading these.
