I walked into the forest behind the bar finding a sharp stick. I walked into the alley way seeing a drunken man stagger down the sidewalk. I walked up to him taping him on the shoulder from behind. "hello" I said smiling in a sweet tone "hello pretty lady" I took his hand pulling him into the woods deep enough no one would hear him yell. I rolled my eyes as he tried to kiss me "hah your so stupid" I said in a cold mean tone staring angrily into his eyes. "what" he said confused causing me to smirk evilly I stabbed him his eyes going wide when the sharp stick entered his chest. He looked at me with pain, shock and a bit of anger in his eyes. "I never did like it when people called me pretty, I knew they were lying, so, I killed them" I said like it was nothing. He laid sprawled across the ground the life being drained from him. "Not a talker anymore" I asked him smiling slightly but sweetly. "Okay then" I got angry and you could hear it in my voice I stepped on his neck I could feel it crushing under my foot and then a snap. I put the stick in my backpack and walked out of the woods humming, it had been a good night.
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Not as it seems
Short StoryClara a young 17 year old girl hears voices as a last attempt her parents put her in a mental institution, but what they don't know is The voices in Clara's head tell to do the unthinkable
