Prompted by: Carole
WARNING: This fictional storyline may contain very disturbing situations, dubious consent, and graphic violence.
It was a mistake.
I wouldn’t regret a single moment. I wouldn’t change a single thing.
But it was still a mistake.
There would be serious consequences for this.
I’d held her in my arms. Tasted her on my lips. Inhaled her into my godforsaken lungs again…
Prompted by: Tiara Giles
The crazy author says: Yeah, I couldn’t bring myself to kill off this storyline quite yet. The struggle is real…
Today was the day.
She did the same thing every year. Visited all the same places. Went through all the same motions.
Every single year.
Trust me, I would know. I’ve been her shadow for the past three.
Today was the day she hated me.
And the day I hated myself.
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Prompted by: Yamna Rashid
The crazy author says: I took creative license and shortened the original suggestion (“I shoved the gun into his bloodied mouth”) to 7 words cuz I like 7 😏
The crazy author also says: Yeah, I’m reusing some chick’s name from a past flash fiction for the dude. Don’t judge me. Thanks.
I couldn’t breathe. I might throw up again. I was having another panic attack. Shaking uncontrollably. Like a dog shitting razorblades. Or a cat pissing goddamn shurikens.
My name was barely legible.
But it didn’t matter.
Because it was done.