Her weak figure lay crumpled on the cold-tiled floor. Muddy footprints were visible in a neat pathway through the long corridors of the large house. The once shining golden hair of hers sat glued to her face. The mix of sweat and blood coated her entire petite body, making her look less attractive than her once lively-self looked. A clean hole was evident through her stomach, another hole located on her temple. Their goal was only to pain her, until they got too pained themselves. The cries for help were not lost in the far distance of the universe. A single pistol sat by the back-door. No-one knew why they'd leave such evidence, no-one even knew why that initiated the attack in the first place.
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Short StoryAlmost 200 short stories to get your blood pumping, your skin crawling and your mind racing. Nostalgic, interesting, current, real-life experiences in a creative form. *disclaimer: some of these short pieces reference issues such as mental illness...
