Betrayal

Leaves rustled, crackling underfoot as the woman walked. A pained moan rose out of her every now and then. She was still trying to decide which betrayal stung harder. Was it the fact that she had been raped by the one she loved or the fact that she was here now, completely alone and broken beyond repair? Regardless he was going to pay, of that she was sure. He too would be in the state that she was. She cast a last, forlorn look at the mutilated body that had been hers mere minutes ago. He would pay!

Punny Story 4

I plotted an entire story about an airforce pilot but the book never took off.

Punny Story 3

I wanted to write a paper on gravity but I dropped the idea.

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I wrote  taut murder mystery but the loose ending killed it.

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I wanted to take my poodle out for a walk but I was dog tired.

The face of love

She sat there every day, under the tattered shadow of the oak, combing her serpentine locks. Locks that looked alive, moving of their own accord, or was it the wind playing with them? Who knew? There she sat, each day after sundown, combing her long hair that acted as a veil, never once showing her face. I knew not from whence she came or who she was, all I knew was that she was meant for me.

And so, on a full moon night I ventured out with an amateurishly written love ballad in my hand. I reached her and spoke. On and on I went, my love for her a waxing eloquent. And yet she uttered not a word. She heard me though, I know, for her hands stilled. I strove on undeterred but as her silence stretched, my bravado faltered. Haltingly I asked why she wouldn’t say anything. In response she turned. I can still recall my scream for it was the last that passed my mortal lips.

Today I sit under the tattered shadow of the oak tree, every day after sundown, next to my love who has no face.

A cry for help

I'm Gary. I'm twenty six years old and I have a terrible secret to share. When I was nine, my parents got a divorce and my mum and I moved to a new town. The new school turned out to be a miserable place for me. Alone and friendless, I quickly became the target for bullies. Day in and day out I was pushed, shoved, pinched, kicked, had my food knocked over, ink dropped on me. It was endless.

Shattered by her divorce and struggling to make ends meet, mum didn't even notice, but someone else did. Our neighbor told me that there was only one way to stop them and he gave me a board. He explained the rules to me and with the help of the board I called upon Vox.

Vox helped me. Each of my tormentor paid heavily. One couldn't walk for days because every night Vox would stick pins into his legs while he slept. Another had his hair pulled all night long. Yet another was slapped by the invisible Vox till he bled. You get the picture. Vox continued till they'd stopped bullying me. I was so relieved.

But the relief didn't last long. Having got a taste of torturing people, Vox wanted more. I tried to make him leave but he just wouldn't go. I no longer had any control over him. Unable or unwilling to find a new victim, Vox turned on me.

I'm Gary. I'm twenty six years old and I have a terrible secret to share. Vox still won't leave. Help!