Short Stories

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A Pair of Shears

I woke up in a white linen bed, and out of it I tread. I look around me, and my eyes landed on thee. She is a woman, a strict one at that, when I came up to her, my head she will pat. Telling me that "You are fine, and for a normal life you will pine.

I seem to be in a lab, with silver shears I grab. The only thing in the room that gives me a sense of doom. The bed stands in the corner, with metal around the border and the woman that's sat on the stool. Telling me that "They are just to shear, so why would they bring you fear?"

There is no daylight coming in, and I wonder where've I been. So I demand, "Where are we?" She looks up at me, deciding how to answer, if to answer at all. She stands up tall, and then she spoke. Telling me that "Amongst all your gloom, that is for you to assume."

A question comes to mind, "Who are you, and are you kind?" She couldn't meet my eyes and to my surprise, she says nothing, staying silent. "Tell this moment!" She opens her mouth, telling me that, "I am your master because of your disaster."

What do I do? I obviously don't know you, you're the only one here, and you must hold me dear. Where is my family and friends? I ask you, and wait for you to say, and so I pray. She composes herself, telling me that "Your family isn't near, but they will always hold you dear."

"Tell me, will I ever see them again?" Once I say that, my courage starts to wane. "I want to sleep in my own bed, not to stay here in dread!" She glares at me now, hating me for uttering that phrase. Then she starts telling me that, "You needn't to worry, for your outlook on this world is still blurry."

I study the space, it's like a doctor's office, without grace. I notice my hair is tangled, and my dress is mangled. The woman notices me observing and reads my mind with a look unnerving. Telling me that, "I don't want to give you a fright, but you've been here a fortnight."

"What have I been eating, what keeps my heart beating?!?!?" I yell, frightened. Then she smiles, telling me that, "You needn't to eat, for you're always full, my sweet!"

My attention goes back to the shears, still in my hand. "Why do these bring me fear?" I drop them, leaving them on the ground, causing my heart to pound. Then she begins to speak, telling me that, "That pair of shears brought you the tears."

Pain stabs my heart and I look down, seeing blood leak from my gown. I glance at the shears, and I realize it, ringing in my ears. "I am going to die," and I let out a sigh. She stands there, telling me that, "On the floor you bled for I am afraid you are dead."  

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Thank you so much for reading, this was just a lame school project I decided to post because you know? Why the heck not. So, if you guys would like to leave comments of story suggestions that would be much appreciated!

-Helen-