Category : Stories

Sub Category : Suspense/Mystery

   She sits laughing at the corner cafe. Perfect. The staple of innocence in an unforgiving world. She will be yours. Not now, not just yet, but soon. She will be your masterpiece. A perfect piece of art. Raw and emotional. Yours. 

   You think about all the ways you could display her. You could make it a game. You could toy with her. You could make her immortal. Of all the people in the town, in the world you choose her.

   You entrance her pulling her next to the cafe. You give her a necklace made of rope. She begs you to stop. Her pleading soothing to your ears. When she struggles the necklace tightens until she stops. A last raspy breath escapes her painted mouth. Her life fades away from her eyes. 

   Now you can make her beautiful. You arrange her golden hair into the halo she deserves. You carve away her flesh just the opposite of her pastel makeup. She is the epitimy of your craft. Everything you've ever wanted.

  She is perfect. She is forever yours.


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    I was sitting at the cafe not a worry  in the air around me. The sun shone   brilliantly the individual beams of light trickling down onto my bare shoulders.

    A blissful breeze carried the smell of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies. The world was at peace. An ignorant smile spilled across my lips.

    The air around me suddenly grew cold. It seemed as if a dark presence had settled over top of my heart. A strong hand grapes my shoulder seeing off alarm bells in my brain.

     My vocal cords were petrified. I tried to scream bit that made it worse. The hand now accompanied by it's equivalent dragged me into the alley way just by my favorite spot. 

    He killed me.