She held me tight as if she were never to let go. Weeping she gripped my top, my knife wound seeping. Wrapping my arms around her, I try to speak but only blood spurts out from my throat.
She gazed into my eyes, and then she smiled.
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Surreal Thrills: A Book of Micro-Stories.
Horror**Mature Content.** | 18+ | Created and dragged off of my twitter account against their will. Terrifying Micro-Stories that are short and disturbing. You will not rest easy after reading these.
Last moments.
She held me tight as if she were never to let go. Weeping she gripped my top, my knife wound seeping. Wrapping my arms around her, I try to speak but only blood spurts out from my throat.
She gazed into my eyes, and then she smiled.