Challenge Part of the Body
My hands 102 words
Did I?
My hands were shaking dripping flesh and warm blood to the marble tiled floor. The sharp knife stained with the crimson liquid laid next to the dead body.
Everything was a fuss in my confused and altered mind. Inside my head, the mayhem of vague images flickered here and there incoherently, like a broken 8mm film.
'Oh God I killed him!
Did I?
Why?
What?
F*ck, I can't recall...!
I don't remember!'
The last thing I remembered was that we argued in the kitchen. Then... He yelled at me! I grabbed the kitchen knife... and everything in front of me turned red.
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I've been Challenged Once, Given Coffee Twice
Short StoryA collection of random pieces, mainly poetry and short stories, created during participating in different contests in Wattpad.
