A/N Something I came up with while procrastinating. It's better than what little of my work I've completed.
People relentlessly demand the death of others without understanding the weight that those words carry.
Die. Die. DIE!
Ugly. Monster. Waste. Disgusting.
A few phrases. Slight exaggerations to relay displeasure. It's fine right? It's just teasing, a few harmless jokes. Right?
But...what happens....if it were to morph into something else, something more. That is what's so frightening about them. These words contain the power to turn harsh comments into truth. Into reality.
Stupid. Moron. Gross. Such a loner. Attention-seeker. Weird. Pig. Pathetic.
Etched onto pale wrists. Reflecting off salty streams and tortured eyes. A recording in the back of the mind, playing on loop.
Please just die.
Until it becomes impossible to tell who's saying what.
That is when you know, the transformation is complete.
This new reality displayed for all to see. In the form of limp bodies, hanging a few centimeters off the floor; broken bones; poisoned blood flowing from split arteries.
It makes you wonder..
In the face of their -beautiful- creation, what would those people say?
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A Writer's Time Capsule
ContoThis is a collection of drabbles and short stories (or one-shots) that I have written over several years. WARNING! Very slow, sporadic updates. I also have another book with stories I had written for school, I might move them to this book at some p...
