Post 2
Short Stories/Descriptions
All short stories and descriptions are original and created by me.
CAUTION: Violence/blood/gore/etc
Oh, Mary
(a short story)
(I wrote this when I was twelve .3.)
A tisket, a tasket, nailing shut your casket. A tisket, a tasket, there's blood in Mary's basket.
Oh, Mary. You thought yourself a kind soul. But you were wrong, you were very wrong. You were a bad girl, Mary, a very bad girl. So I made you pay.
You hurt me, Mary. You drove me to The End, but instead you were ended. You hurt many of us. So I brought it upon myself to kill you. And I liked it...
I strung you up from my ceiling by your wrists, your perfect wrists. I made it so you could not make a sound. I licked the sweet blade that was the first part of your undoing, drawing my own blood. Do you remember the beautiful red tears I drew under your eyes? I do. Do you remember the bite of the blade down your arms, making shallow cuts, and my delighted laugh? Oh, how the blood excited me! Do you recall when I ripped your pretty flowered dress off, leaving you naked like a newborn baby? I proceeded to slice down your legs, more shallow cuts. You groaned quietly and I giggled. If only you had been a good girl.
Remember, I took that tiny knife and drew those beautifully intricate designs? The crimson droplets added to the effect. Then I got tired of waiting. I flicked my wrist, causing your stomach to open. I pulled out your large intestine and wore it as a gory boa. Your small intestine was my headband, tied around my forehead.
Your muffled screams angered me... so I cut out your voicebox and ate it... it wasn't very tasty. You bled. You bled very much. I reveled in that crimson pool, then I planted a black kiss upon your cheek. The mark of my kill.
I'll let them find you. They'll chase after me, but they won't find me. Nobody ever has.
