Philosopher
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Here's my short story; enjoy.
Little Blue Pills
They told me she died in a car accident; I didn’t believe it. I know she went crazy and killed herself. Atleast I still have my dad. He’s not home too often though, especially after she died.
I looked outside into the depressing deluge. I wished my dad was home right now. I had a sudden urge to picture the raindrops dripping down the window as the blood trickling down the knife she used.
I suddenly heard the back door bang open. Startled, I hit the cabinet next to me, dropping the bottle of little blue pills I hadn’t taken in a while. I walked slowly towards the door, trying not to make any noise. I was supposed to be home alone.
To further my dread, the lights went out as the deep, pungent thunder vibrated through my guts. I froze right where I was, waiting for the next sound, any sound. I gripped the kitchen counter so hard, my fingers started tingling. I looked for a large, sharp knife.
Then I heard something. It came from the counter. The counter transformed into a demonic face right before my eyes. Louder this time, it grunted a disgusting sound that made my stomach wrench. I fell backwards as I grabbed the knife. A face grew on the ceiling too; it gave me a wicked laugh. I quickly got up and ran out the room. There were devilish faces on the walls all around me.
I ran until I collided with a wet, cold body. Through the darkness, I made out an evil silhouette holding what I discerned was a pitchfork. It was the devil himself. Terrified, I grabbed the knife and swung it through the demon’s chest, slowly pushing it forward until my hands became warm on the inside of his body. It fell to the floor with a thud. I stepped back and sat in the corner of the room, pleased with myself. The faces were gone and I felt happy.
The lights came back on again. A sudden, bloodcurdling horror erupted in me as I saw my very father lying on the floor with an umbrella, dead. The faces came back.
Little Blue Pills
They told me she died in a car accident; I didn’t believe it. I know she went crazy and killed herself. Atleast I still have my dad. He’s not home too often though, especially after she died.
I looked outside into the depressing deluge. I wished my dad was home right now. I had a sudden urge to picture the raindrops dripping down the window as the blood trickling down the knife she used.
I suddenly heard the back door bang open. Startled, I hit the cabinet next to me, dropping the bottle of little blue pills I hadn’t taken in a while. I walked slowly towards the door, trying not to make any noise. I was supposed to be home alone.
To further my dread, the lights went out as the deep, pungent thunder vibrated through my guts. I froze right where I was, waiting for the next sound, any sound. I gripped the kitchen counter so hard, my fingers started tingling. I looked for a large, sharp knife.
Then I heard something. It came from the counter. The counter transformed into a demonic face right before my eyes. Louder this time, it grunted a disgusting sound that made my stomach wrench. I fell backwards as I grabbed the knife. A face grew on the ceiling too; it gave me a wicked laugh. I quickly got up and ran out the room. There were devilish faces on the walls all around me.
I ran until I collided with a wet, cold body. Through the darkness, I made out an evil silhouette holding what I discerned was a pitchfork. It was the devil himself. Terrified, I grabbed the knife and swung it through the demon’s chest, slowly pushing it forward until my hands became warm on the inside of his body. It fell to the floor with a thud. I stepped back and sat in the corner of the room, pleased with myself. The faces were gone and I felt happy.
The lights came back on again. A sudden, bloodcurdling horror erupted in me as I saw my very father lying on the floor with an umbrella, dead. The faces came back.