Flash Fiction Collection

Flash Fiction Collection

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Last published Mon, Nov 7, 2016

Usually fiction stories between 53 to 1000 words. Maybe an example to illustrate yeah? ------------------------------------------------------- 'Love me..' he softly whispered Grabbing the hammer out from the old rusty toolbox, getting ready to commit what he had always envisioned in his head . 'Love me..' she whimpered Pouring a hand full of sleeping pills , while the other holds an opened bottle of nasty bitter tasting beer . Life was pleading with them , begging them to just stop what they were doing . Death , on the other hand , was snickering at how there will be more mortal souls to be added to his collection . What is life if it is too painful to even breathe everyday ? And what is death when it is never a solution for problems ?

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They used my vulnerability against me. They used that weapon, to make me accept their stupid idea. And I of course, accepted it, I didn't even know what they were going to do. They tugged and poked and even shoved their disgusting finger in your wound, just to see you cry. To see you change. No pitty in their eyes. They just continue. They drag you around with metal chains, hit you and turn you into a experiment. But I had enough of the tugging, the clawing, the moaning, the crying and pleading for them to stop, but simply feeding them with our pain. They turned me into something, that neither do they know what I am. Their afraid of me, of my reflexes, my strength. I killed a lot of them. They say I have a cold heart, that I don't feel nothing. That's why they call me: Death -----------------------------------------************************************--------------------------------------------- Death. A teen girl, pitch black hair, black eyes, white skin. Her height is 5'8. People are scared of her, not just because of her strength but because of they way she kills. She lived in this hell hole, where they take her to rooms. Examine. Fight. She knows she won't be able to entertain them for long. She decides to run. Soul. Brown hair as mud, blue eyes as the sky. Hight 6'2. Tanned and toned body. Death's best friend in the hell hole they're in, he's as cold as she is. But shows a bit of sympathy. Well... More than her at least. He's been there for her, ever since she entered this place of crap. They're the two most feared. As some people say, they're a perfect couple. Killing. Fighting. Cold hearted creatures. Also known as D and S. Why? That's what your going to find out, joining this adventure with D and S.

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