Stories tagged “stab”
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Frozen With Open Eyes

So it’s come to this? I couldn’t believe I was going to bleed out on this cold street when it happened, but now it’s real and I’ve fully accepted my fate. The frost on the side walk is comfortably numbing my gaping stab wound. D...
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What is love?

Why does love have to be so fucking complicated? Here I am, at midnight, standing over his sleeping body, thinking about how much I love him, knowing we’re just going to get up in the morning and fight. Over what? I don’t know. Neither does...
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I need a new pair of scissors.
I need a new pair of scissors— (There’s nothing suspicious at all about that sentence, I swear!) 8< —because I have been snipping off the heads of paper figurines too often, because I was bored. 8< —because I have been stabbing my era...
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If Knives Were Toys And I A Child

There is pain in my stomach. It is nothing for one to fret over because it is only that subtle stomach ache that we occasionally get. What is not normal are the thoughts that I have whilst I experience these stomach pains. I think of knives, stabbing ...