Elizabethshort Stories

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. She was beautiful. She' so perfect. God, she's so amazingly beautiful, but nothing can compare to the view of her right now.

We hear from the Black Dahlia herself

Some say Hollywood killed me; others say I did it to myself -- that I just wanted the attention. But I know the truth -- only a surgeon could've made the incisions so precise. When they found my body, I was cut in two; an almost perfect, linear dissection across my waist. All of my insides had vanished -- removed and jarred to later be tested on and toyed with by my killer. My beauty was stolen, yet a smile remained -- forever plastered on my face. I craved fame, but what I received was infamy. I had never thought that I would be famous for the fashion of my death, nor had I considered getting a nickname because of it. However, it is because of this nickname that very few know my real name -- or even my real story, for that matter. I am Elizabeth Short and this is my story -- the story of the Black Dahlia.