She's 'Agh': A Short Story

The anger flowed through her veins and killed her mind as if it was a deadly toxin to her spirit. Her eyes which were once full of innocence and happiness were now full of fire and would kill anybody in their path. Just by looking into her burning stare would slash you into tiny, bloody pieces. No one that knew her would be able to recognise her, as the girl they once knew was gone, and it was all because of him; the vicious, cold-blooded

For days he stayed there, curled up by the wall. The sun would rise, somewhere, illumine the mouth of his pitiful den, grace the cold rock in front of him with a soft blue sheen, and set again, immersing his life in empty darkness. One day, two, three, he stopped counting, buried his mind in the chambers of his soul where a soft dim warmth still glowed. Waves of grief passed through, turned him over in riptides of hungriest despair, roaring death pounded nightly at his door, and then, hearing no answer, tore away again, letting warm comfort envelop him and soothe his damaged

Lucy suddenly felt a sharp pain in her stomach. She looked down to see the hand carved handle of a knife being thrust into her stomach. Lucy, looked up, dazed.

The next morning when Allie went onto the deck, she was surprised to see Charleston spread out along the docks. She immediately went in search of Thomas. She found him coming out of the galley carrying a tray.

Slowly, I awoke to see looming trees all around me, bending over me, watching. Listening. They heard the screams, they heard my screams, I was still screaming. I clamped a trembling hand down over my mouth to only realize it was closed, my lips rolled in. And then thick as velvet. The blood pooled.

Smooth, thin, and cold, the sharp object lying in her hands trembled due to her petite quivering fingers. The unforgiving sharp blade effortlessly sliced through her skin, pain and then numbness overshadowed her thoughts. With the world weighing down on her shoulders and with the sense of oppression, the girl carved into her arm without a feeling of regret. Daring, she placed the knife parallel to her veins located under her thin pasty skin. Finally, with resolution, digging the knife into her small arm, the young tortured girl could feel the deadly weapon tearing and mutilating her long tender veins. Gasping for breath, the pain surged throughout her body. However, with agony coursing through her body, the victim would not stop her leisurely stroll to the grave.

Terrifying shrieks filled the air as dark blood trickled down his body. He lay on the road, worn down, the blood staining his clothes, creating a stream down the road. He thought of his life, why he hadn’t realized what horrible acts he had committed. He thought why he had to be a fireman. He thought why was there no good in this world. He lay there waiting for his final seconds to quickly pass. “Farewell,

He found her attractive too, which kinda surprised him due to the fact he was really only attracted to lighter skinned girls. Something about her chocolate complexion drove him a little insane. Weirdly, he thought it fitted her well; the contrast of her darker skin to her white, perfect teeth. Her skin looked soft and blemish free.

The tragic end of the beautiful Andrea Gail and the fate of all the lives on that boat is yet unknown. In the meantime, my last thought at this point of the story is I’ve come to the conclusion that the more often you go out, the more likely you are to never come back. The only way to guard against these dangers is to stop rolling the dice.

She finds herself standing by the open window of her kitchen. The city’s nightlife booming beneath her. The cold wraps itself around her like an old friend. Now, she finally realizes the cause of his death. It was her all along. Her blamed herself because it was her. Drip, drip, drip. It echoes around her, filling the last of her senses as she leans out the window.

His throat felt raw, scratchy, and thoughts that weren't his own invaded his

So when he seen the girl at the cemetery crying he told himself he was going to make her fill whole

As I stared at Johnny he looked quiet and peaceful. I didn’t know what to do with myself. I was filled with so much anger and agony. I couldn’t take it so I ran out of the hospital forgetting about everything and everybody around me. Johnny was dead kept running through my head. Once I reached the car I was gone.

She’d alway had a bad reputation. Every new school ended with her being expelled. It wasn’t her fault, it never was. She had a habit of always being at the wrong place at the wrong time. She was bullied at the third school she went to. People tired her so she went under the bleachers on the football field. A few guys were there, making fun of the football players and… smoking weed. She started to walk pass them, the smell of the smoke was killing her lungs. One of the boys grabbed her short hair and tugged her over in his direction. He forced his mouth to hers and pushed a puff of smoke down her throat and into her lungs. She gagged as he sent another puff down her throat. She had no idea how long he had been forcing her to smoke but then

Within moments, one more male stepped in to the room, within his hands rested the head of a man I knew all too well. My Father 's decapitated head, at that moment I inherited a power with great extinct, one that knew pain and to lose someone close to you. "Y-You.. You bastards!" I’d Yell, with tears coming from my eye, something hit me, at that