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It won't hurt

He got the tools. Nothing special, he didn't even get gloves. Just a blade with the handle, not a dagger though. A knife, a 7 inch blade, serrated edge, that was going to make it messy, but he didn't mind. It's not meant to be an art or a ritual, not meant to be enjoyed, he said. Quick and purposeful.
The man got home, with his tools, to meet his son, his only child. The man's wife was out of town for the week, so he would have no interference. He got to his room and set the alarm for midnight. Before he drifted off to sleep, he saw his son's toy truck at the corner of the room. The one he got for his sixth birthday - his last birthday
His last...
"Morning, daddy" was the first thing the man heard when he woke up.
He opened his eyes to see his son smiling at him.
"what are you doing?" he tried to ask, but his mouth felt numb. That's when he realized that he couldn't move, his entire body felt numb, splayed out on his bed .
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Melissa was an only child. Her mother died when she was a just 2 years old in a gruesome amusement park accident. She now lives with her father who has refused to find another wife. Melissa loves her father like any normal girl would. But it was time for her to have another man in her life, and so she did. His name was Bob and she instantly fell for him. They started dating and her father approved of it too.

One day Melissa left from Bob’s house to go home. When she got home, her father surprisingly wasn’t there. She took it as he went somewhere to get something and she went to bed. She woke up and went to her father’s room and he still wasn’t there. Now she was worried. Melissa called Bob to tell him about this. He said her dad will return soon. She calmed down a little. She waited and waited for her father to come back. She couldn't stay in the house alone so she crashed at Bob’s house. It had been 2 weeks since he went missing and Melissa was very scared now. She left Bob’s hou…

The Hole

There was once a town. With lovable people who had outright nice hospitality. One day, a very strange occurrence happened. A hole appeared on the ground in the middle of the town. People mistook it for some little sinkhole problem. On that same day, a woman reported her son missing. The police said they were on the case. The next day, things got stranger; the hole kept increasing in size and more people kept disappearing. People where worried. Conspiracy theories started springing up that it was the rapture occurring and logically everyone attributed this to the hole, some even began worshipping it.
Some became so fanatical about it that they sacrificed their children to the hole. Dumping them into its infinite abyss to die and suffer as they fall forever. This kept happening and happening. The police didn't know what to do so they declared every person missing as dead. Then on a very special day something happened, the hole disappeared and everyone​ missing returned but not the …


She thought about him as she strolled down the street, carrying her two children. One on her back and one on the used stroller  she bought with money collected over time. “This was all his fault” she thought to herself. He got her pregnant and left her. She never once heard from him again. It didn’t help that it had been twins though, a boy and girl. That’s why her family threw her out. Now she was stuck with the two things. She hadn’t bothered to give them names. They were just mistakes.
The thought became too overwhelming. She sat at an empty alleyway and began to cry, taking the boy from her back and gently laying him on the floor. Her stomach grumbled as she cried. She hadn’t eaten in days. Every bit of food that she got had gone to the babies. Then she smelt it, the rancid odour coming from the boy’s diaper. She got up to remove the boy’s diaper. As she was getting it off, he started to laugh. She looked at the boy and saw his face, the face that started it all, the face she hat…

No Cameras Allowed

Jacob liked to observe things and take photos. He was so good at them that he became a professional photographer. If it exists, there’s high chance he has a picture of it on his camera. He cherished his camera more than anything and that made him sort of a loner. One day Jacob heard of some new archaeological finds being taken to a local museum. It was his chance to get photos of them. He packed his things and left for the place. There were so many amazing ancient artworks on display but one caught his eye. It was called the “Dum tu dormies”. Jacob stepped up to it to take a photo but was saddened to see that the warning “No Cameras Allowed” was placed near it. John looked around, disregarded the warning and took the photo anyway. His camera seemed to malfunction a bit after the picture loaded. He had no time to fully inspect the photo so he went home. Jacob’s camera was mighty expensive when he bought it so he takes extra care when handling it. He keeps it in a locker under his bed …


I hate clocks, always have, They're everywhere marking time as it passes. Two arms and two halves, Woe betide he who time's laws trespasses.
I hate clocks, always will, Reminding me of how little time is left. With its ticks and tocks so eerily shrill, The transience of life I never forget.
One day when I was in the hillside, Living life like time had stopped. I saw a house and peered inside, And the madness I saw can not be topped.
Clocks on every wall, Clocks with bells and clocks with doors. Clocks big and clocks small, Clocks that made my weary eyes sore.
I realized time had not stood still, The clocks made it eerily clear. My hope and joy time sought to kill, As it has done year to year.
I ran face first into a wall, Hoping to conquer time and end my misery. All went black as I began to fall, At least there's no time in eternity.

Make Believe

I woke up with a tumultuous headache, As I have for many nights now. I got off the bed and felt the earth shake, As a hole ripped up the ground.
I ran outside looking for my family, To render what help I could. With hope that I'd find them asleep happily, And then call to be rescued.
A helicopter came and waited outside, We only had to jump and hold on to dear life. Safe in the warmth embrace of the sky, We would escape and in the calm air fly.
They all fell. All except me I held on to the copter now in safety. I looked down and saw their bodies, Mangled in a pile of debris
I love playing make believe, It gives me so much life. Vigour and energy, I wallow in delight.
I pushed them down the stairwell, But not in terms so plain. From heaven's gate they fell, Into hell's deepest drains.