I got up abruptly, toppling my chair over. I towered over her and stared her dead in the eye.
And then I strangled her, cutting off her supply of oxygen and watching her eyes roll back. I felt her body grow limp and her, well, dead weight. Hot, angry tears leaked from the corners of my eyes. I grabbed the fallen pair of scissors and stabbed them repeatedly into her corpse, a hollow sort of satisfaction filling me bit by bit each time.
A hiss.
"I told you to put away the scissors after borrowing them."
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CinnamonPie29594's Short Stories
Short StoryAs the title simply states, this a collection of short stories. English and Vietnamese, even though the language settings allow only one language. More English as I'm more fluent in that than my native tongue lol. :P I own the stories.
