Tag: dark

A Beautiful Mess

*Warning: for matured audiences only. This is a complete work of FICTION. I watch him intently as I lick and suck on my lollipop, waiting for him to acknowledge my work. He loosens his tie when he walks in, wiping his tainted fingers in a handkerchief I bought from Sally’s. I cross my bare legs…

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Why I Kill

People ask me why I take pleasure in killing men. What is it about the crime that makes my toes curl, my eyes darken? Why do I enjoy taking their power away, the one thing that makes them men? Why do I crave their blood, feast on their pain, thirst their screams and their heartless,…

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A Woman, Like Me, Must Write

I’m aware of what they think of me. I’m aware of what they say. I’m used to the degradation, the belittlement, the constant criticism of my ways. I’m a woman of stature, but of course, men don’t like confident girls, girls who are too sure of themselves. Confidence is sexy to many, but a woman…

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A Fair Game to Play

*A dark, chilling fiction short story for the Halloween season I can feel it in my bones; the rage, the anger, manifesting deep inside my blood, a thirsty beast in its cage. I have this urge, you see, to have you kneel before me and beg, to draw blood from your fragile flesh with the…

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The Endgame

I’m sitting on the couch with my legs spread wide open, arching my back, biting my lip, drawing his eyes to that area between my legs, the one he can’t resist. He bites down on his tongue from moaning, beads of sweat appearing just above his brow. I watch his Adam’s apple move as he…

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The Wait

The silence in this room is chilling, haunting, killing a mind with innocent thoughts and tragic emotions. It’s consuming a soul tortured by the still air, the stagnant flow of the dust. Rose, a name too sickening for her own naked ears to bare, only hears the ticking of the clock placed ironically by the front door, ticking…

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Don’t Underestimate My Intelligence

People underestimate my intelligence. Scratch that. People don’t underestimate my intelligence, men do. I’m way smarter than I actually seem, and it’s a shame when you underestimate my intellect, my various capabilities. It might surprise you that I’m actually quite aware of your indiscretions and your ability to manipulate certain pieces of myself to make…

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This is For Charity

He’s leaning against the doorframe of the bathroom with a loose tie around his neck, rolling up his sleeves as if anticipating work. He watches my fingers seductively pull my tights up around my propped up leg on the edge of the bathtub, and I stroke the fabric once it reaches my mid-thigh, snapping the…

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Missing You

“I’ve missed you,” she whispers. “Shut up,” he mumbles. She looks over at him and rolls her eyes, scooting herself away from him. Leaving his back exposed and cold, she knows it would unnerve him to lose his warmth.  He rolls over and groans, “It was just a joke.” He can’t tell with his eyes…

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Recipe for Disaster

There is a certain essence to his beauty.  My eyes followed his giant hands from pot to pot, their bulging veins shaking hints of spice across the bubbling cauldrons. I’m mesmerized by his concentration on each dish, the tick in his jaw, the slight raise in eyebrows, the quiet mumbles underneath his breath, recollecting recipes…

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A Woman’s Beauty

Beauty. According to Oxford Languages, beauty is defined as a “combination of qualities, such as shape, color or form, that pleases the aesthetic senses, especially the sight.” The second definition of beauty is quite simple, acceptable even; beauty is “a beautiful woman.” And yes, coincidentally, with a period. Synonyms of beauty resembles everything a woman…

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Dinner is Served!

A short story just in time for Halloween. I use a fork in one hand and a knife in the other to cut the steak, admiring its tenderness and juices that spill onto the china without hesitation. I look outside the kitchen window and noticed the moon, smiling at the glow and its perfection. “It’s…

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