Category: Short Stories

We Belong Together

The taste of blood coating the inside of my mouth woke me up from my slumber. It took me a minute to register the situation, but Jax, my ex-boyfriend, was on top of me, driving a hunting knife into my abdomen. Then, a burning sensation erupted from my womb and I felt an intense pressure, causing me to scream. He covered my mouth in response.

How the hell did he get in? I couldn’t put the pieces together until I saw that he was wearing his winter coat. It was the middle of winter and I lived on the second floor of my apartment building. Did he climb in through a window? I was still processing the entire situation when Ritchie Valen’s “We Belong Together” began playing faintly in the background, from my living room. Since I knew my time was limited, I began singing.

“You’re mine.” My voice was low, but still audible. “And we belong together.” My ex became stiff and terror builds in his eyes. For some reason, this song terrified me and he never told me why. “Yes, we belong together. For eternity.” 

“Stop it.” My ex took his hands off the knife to grab my shoulders as hard as he can. “Stop singing, shut the fuck up.”

“You’re mine. Your lips belong to me. Yes, they belong to only me.” He was still attempting to silence me by squeezing and shaking me. Due to this, he failed to notice my hand reaching for and gripping the knife I keep under my mattress. “For eternity.” He was shaking me, causing my back to rise and hit the bed several times. I could see tears forming in his eyes.

“I said shut up. Shut.the. fuck. up!” His voice was harsh and he was bearing his teeth. 

“You’re my, my baby and you’ll always be.” He took my face into his hands and brought it close to his. He began screaming and swearing at me, telling me all the things I did wrong. I took that opportunity to thrust the knife into this back. His body had gone stiff and began to shake as he struggled to hold himself up. I swiftly remove the knife and insert it back into the wound. I do this again, and again, and again until he falls onto me. The knife drove deeper into my abdomen and I began to slip into unconsciousness. I looked down at Jax, who laid on my chest with blood flowing out of his mouth. “I swear by everything I own. You’ll always, always be mine,” I sang as I ran my fingers through his hair for the last time. 

Truest form of love

My heart is the last organ to be laid out on the table.

It is the most valuable one, so I must make sure he is prepared for it.

I watched, in awe, as he chewed away at my liver.

Slurping up my inner intestines and licking my lungs,

It was pure joy to see how he consumed me.

Piece by piece.

I place my heart on a golden plate.

He reaches for it with gentle hands and gives it gentle kisses.

Then, he presses it into his own chest,

To his own heart,

And vows to love it until it stops beating.

I must admit,

this is the truest form of love known to man.

A Sweet Delusion

The fall air pushes through my hair as I stroll to place a fresh, apple pie on the windowsill. I peek through the window at my sweet baby playing in the small kiddie pool, splashing water all over my husband. Their dark hair is soaked and they are surrounded by joy under the September sun. 

My evil being is calm and at bay. 

She has grown and learned to love peace and not crave chaos all the times. 

However, 

She still strikes from time to time.

She guides my brown palm to my budding stomach.

She draws circles around it,

A baby is there.

While distracted, my husband 

“If I wasn’t so fucked up, I would be the perfect wife.” My husband’s face is still as he threads his fingers through my thick curls.

“My sweet, delusional baby,” He grips my waist, pulling me closer to him. He plans a kiss on my forehead, down my face and onto my neck. My skin tightens as he begins to suck and bite my skin.

I release a moan before surrendering to him. 

He is living proof that my sweet delusion has come to life. 

Body Count

My fingers caresses my clit while I rock back and forth on my partner’s pelvis.

Our moans sync together like the perfect harmony.

His hands rise against the side of my body and my hands reach to my hair, 

untying it and pulling my long hair pins.

My hips rock faster and his head falls deeper into the pillow. 

While he’s directed and overwhelmed with pleasure, 

I take the hair pins and force them into his chest.

The man gasps and rises his head to look at his chest and me.

I smirk as I slowly drag the pins down his thick chest, enjoying the sound of his screams.

He attempts to get me off him, 

But my pin had ripped his heart in half,

So there wasn’t much for him to do.

Once his movements has creased,

I pulled himself out of me 

And slipped the pins back into my hair.

I reach for my phone to unlock it 

And mark him down as body number thirty-two.

The Lake

The water was deep,

Filled to the top

And full of secrets.

It was going to be a simple date.

You and me,

Strolling down the lake.

But clearly,

You planned to break up

With me.

The sky was dark

And the air was thick,

But we endured it. 

I knew it was coming,

So I planned 

Accordingly.

We sat by the steam.

The water flowed through out toes

As the dreaded words left your mouth.

With little thinking,

I grabbed the largest rock I could find

And swung it at his head. 

I did this again,

And again,

Until the steam was painted red.

I dropped the rock in the water.

The steam took ahold of his body,

Getting rid of any evidence.

I thought I got better.

I thought passion, 

Sex

And love,

Would change me,

But it hasn’t.

I thought I could be a sweet, housewife,

But I will always be the femme fatale.

The Raven

I saw a dead raven today.

It was night and I was rushing to get to my bus

And I almost stepped on it.

Its body was upright,

Legs pointing to the trees above.

In the trees,

Many ravens stood as if to blend into the dark sky.

My first reaction was shock.

My second reaction was sadness.

My third reaction was peace.

Once the calm of the situation set in within me,

The ravens from above began to cry.

It was a heartbreaking cry, but it soothed me.

Like the sweet voice of a baby’s mother, cooing and cooing.

Oh, how I pity that raven

For dying in peace with their fellow kin surrounding and mourning them.

The raven is apart of the sky now

And soon be apart of the earth.

Is it sad? Yes.

Is it disturbing that I found the idea of a dead raven on the sidewalk calming? Yes, indeed.

But, it’s just have I make peace with the world and the things going on within it.

A Thin Line

For me, the lines between love and obsession has always been blurred. I never understood the difference until my first romantic encounter. The first boy I’ve ever been obsessed with was named Ronald. He was a well known boy in at my high school. He spotted me, he asked one of my friends for my number and the rest is history. He’s the first boy I had created feelings for and he’s the first boy to ever betray me. The full history of our relationship is long and shows how idoitic and naïve I was. I imagined having kids with him, going to the same college as him, I revolved my entire future around him. 

Luckily, obsession’s cloak began to fall and I realized that he was only an obsession. It came to me, when his face was between my thighs, that I never actually liked him. I was just obsessed with who he could be, who I wanted him to be. The feelings I thought I had for him were created by me, in my mind, to hide my obsession. That’s when disgust came in. One interesting thing about obsession is its relation to disgust. I remember looking down at Ronald during the act. His tongue was becoming well acquainted with my left labia and he seemed to be enjoying himself. But I wasn’t enjoying it at all. My idealized version of him had worn off and he was just a plain, useless boy. He was never special, I just wanted him to be in my head. 

Honey

Baby, you are mine.

Your soft tongue slowly traces my honey covered lips. 

My body curves and twists to fit perfectly into yours. 

The honey turns into blood as your sharp teeth bite deeply into my lips, 

Causing the lips between my thighs to heated up

And squeeze together. 

You let out a small grunt and soon your blood begins to pool in your mouth as I pierce you with my knife.

My excitement increases as the pool of blood overfills and flows into my mouth. 

You begin to fight back, but you are fixed into my arms. 

“Please, no.” 

Your begging begins to lead me to climax as your body becomes weaker by the second.

The thought of taking and inhaling your life, your soul into mine is arousing.

Your spirit is exiting your body and I prepare to take it 

And entangle it with mine.

You are mine, my dear.

You are mine in every single way and beyond this world,

You will continue to be mine. 

Closure

I just wanted answers.

I wanted to know why you would cause a soft being like myself

So much internal pain and heartbreak.

When you arrived,

You just couldn’t give me the answers I wanted.

“It was a mistake.”
“You are a beautiful and amazing woman.”
“You deserve better.”
“I told you I didn’t want anything serious.”

Only the same, lame, excuses men always give 

When they fuck up and don’t want to be accountable.

I couldn’t take it anymore.

I wanted to hurt you the same way you hurt me. 

After a struggle and a few punctures,

You were on the ground, slowly bleeding out. 

Your beautiful blue eyes were now bloodshot and filled with fear.

I couldn’t help, but to caress your face.

You flinched at my touch,

Which turned me on. 

A sinister smile creeps onto my face as I grip your face,

Making eye contact. 

I turn your head to reveal a small slit on your neck made during the fight for dominance. 

I admire the cut as I continue to get aroused by your weakness and you continue to be fearful of my next moves.

Without thinking, I lean forward and I can feel your body clench beneath mine.

I tap my tongue on the cut before putting it fully on. 

My tongue swirls around the spot before I begin sucking. 

I notice your heart is beginning to beat faster and you are no longer clenching.

I never had this craving before and I can’t help, but to continue sucking

As this is the ultimate pleasure. 

Once I am fulfilled, I removed myself from the slit and observed him.

He laid there, looking as lifeless, pathetic and useless as ever.

He was dead

And I finally got the closure I was yearning for. 

Homecoming

They always come back.

It’s not something new to me.

I stare at you, with love or with hate in my eyes,

As you beg for me.

You beg like a child in need of their mother

And it admiring,

Almost arousing for me. 

I love when they return and beg for me back.

It make me feel like a king on their throne,

Overlooking all the peasants below them. 

I pull your sorrowful face that is soaked with tears and snot 

Up towards mine. 

You look so disgustingly pitiful this way and I love it.

“What are you sorry for, sweetie?”

You tried to lower your head in shame, but I grab your chin hard and pull it back up.

“What are you sorry for?” I spit out at him.

“I’m sorry for,” you begin as tear continue to fall down your face.

“I’m sorry for hurting you. I’m really sorry.”
I drop your chin from my hands as I continue to look at you with disgust.

They always come back to apologize, to beg for a second chance.

They always do

And it feels so godly.