"You don't have to strangle me so hard, you know?" I choked out. The red scars that resonated around my neck ached, I felt so very vulnerable by something so superior yet so inferior.
"okay, maybe?" Their mouth drew a black ink that barely stained cracked lips. The voice was distorted, sounding like TV static and echoing the fear of the darkest nights. Slowly, I felt their grip loosen around me. I gasped out.
"Thank you," I bellowed out, I tried to pass a smile to assure them, my skin ended up peeling off to the ground in the process. Carefully, they looked back to the point where I could see it's face. It was blank, like a piece of crumpled paper. There were rough edges to it yet no features could be recognized or seen from them.
"I guess," they said.
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Short Stories/Orginal
General FictionThese are all stories I came up with, some are finished and some aren't. I may complete some later on, maybe. You may notice my writing has more description than plot, I do that on purpose to give a poetry yet still story effect on my writing. I'm o...
