Stories tagged “razor”
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A Depressing Haiku
A razor in hand, Blood oozing on the cold floor, Emo in heaven.
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I'm Not Dead
“Charlotte!” I yelled as I took three steps at a time to get up to my and Charlotte’s floor in the apartment building. I sprinted up to her door and pounded on it, not sure whether or not anyone was listening to me or able to hear, &#...
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Everything He Ever Wanted
Daniel didn’t notice the gunman enter the convenience store. The thirty-three year old was busy standing in the hygiene aisle looking over the different razor blade packages. In the movies, people who committed suicide used shiny, stainless-steel...
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Solace
I let the razor slip across my pale, sun deprived skin. A thin trail of blood trickles towards the drain where my bare feet rest. I think to the girls at school; their incessant gossip, their constant teasing, their never ending torment; my absentee be...