It is done. I cut my heart out and somehow I am still alive. It didn't even hurt that much although it sure did take a lot of force though. And there is blood everywhere now. The cops are banging on my door now. I guess they must have found out about the witch. I am going to let them in and take me to jail or hopefully kill me. Why? Because my heart is sitting on my kitchen counter right now and it's still beating.
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Beating : A story about love...?
HorrorThis is a short story I just had the idea for and wanted to try. It is written as if it were a series of forum posts and I plan to start a little now and keep adding when I have the time.
