As I run through the house I hear a voice calling my name:
Heather... Heather... Heather...
It's his voice
"It can't be, he's dead" I mutter as I run for the stairs.
"And monsters are not real but here we are, running from a bunch of things I can't even name" Jamie trips with her own feets before falling down the stairs. I stop and try to help her.
"Heather run!" She comands and can't but to listen. And then it comes back...
Heather... Heather... HEATHER!!!
A cold arm grasps mine, and pulls me into the hallway, I hear Jamie scream as I try to flee *She died for me, her death it's not going to be in vain* I spin on my heels as I try to release myself from this deadly grasp that keeps pulling me down the hallway into the kitchen, I look up and then I see him...
Heather lost her husband 3 years ago in what it semeed to be a terrible accident. Years later she would finnaly know the truth.
After his death, she left to her mother's house, beacuse she couldnt stand to live in that house where she lost him.
Now she would have to go back to face her demons.
You can find this novel on wattpad as well, in fact you'll find it has six published chapters on that platform.
“Do you believe that it’s fair to give up on everything for the person you love,” he asked.“I’ll give my life and death for you, if you order me to.”
A story about suicide and what one might hear while dying on their bedroom floor
MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING!
▄▄▄▄ ･ ❪ ꙄMOTͶAHꟼ ❫𝙋𝙃𝘼𝙉𝙏𝙊𝙈𝙎, 𝘢 𝘒𝘱𝘰𝘱 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘱 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝙈𝙔𝙎𝙏𝙄𝙌𝙐𝙀 𝙀𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩
"ᴵⁿᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ⁿⁱᵍʰᵗ, ʰᵉˡˡᵒ ʷᵉ ᵃʳᵉ ᴾᴴᴬᴺᵀᴼᴹˢ"
𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘣𝘶𝘵,𝘢 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴.
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This is a short story I wrote for my school's anthology. I am just looking for feedback before I submit it.
This story features suicide and loss of a loved one, including blood.
Don't cry over spill milk something you wouldn't think would have any meaning to it.. read and find out what I mean.. if you want ofc :)
A woman takes her life when her lovers is lost. But then falls for someone among the living.
A young struggling would be film maker is inexplicably imbued with the clairvoyance of knowing where and when people will commit suicide. He films their deaths to finance his failing career.
A young girl adores the Golden Gate Bridge, it being the bridge her father worked on before his passing. One morning the girl, older and married, decides to drive to the bridge but this time alone.
The lands are burning in misery, drowning in tears.
My name is Mihu. I was a peasant farmer, in the years long since passed. In the times long since gone by. I was taken from my home, back when I was alive. I ascended into godhood when I died. But even as a god there was only so much I could do. Most people couldn't even see me. I could however offer bits of protection, support, and strength to the people of my town and my world.
It's clear to see that the world needs it.
And the baby who just entered this world under the light of the moon? The baby who was just born to an impoverished family of factory workers in the slums? I can tell that the road in front of her will be filled with misery.
This story is in the public domain and anyone can do whatever they want with it.