Last week I finally had a little time to write and I managed to finish a short story that I had in my mind for a while. Its a concept that others had tried before, though I think this one is somewhat different and you might like it.
I am also working in another story, much more brutal than this one, that might be finished by the end of the week. I will post it here too if people are interested in a girl being burned alive as revenge by the police.
Also, if you like it and want to read more, check out my website at www asstr org/~Eficient/
disclaimer: This story is entirely fictional, along with all characters and events described in it. Any resemblance with real life is just a coincidence. Harming another human being is wrong and in no way I am trying to convey the opposite. Please, don't do anything like this!
It was getting late, and I knew that soon it would be too dark to keep going. Above me, the trees closed on one and other, blocking what little light came from the darkening sky. They were beeches and oaks, their barks so dark that they looked almost black.
Far off to my right I could see a little patch of clouds, already orange from the setting sun, but that was all they light there was.
I knew I should have brought a flashlight, or even my cell phone, but I had left both of them back home. Besides the clothes I was wearing, I had nothing. I haven't told anyone where I was going either. It wasn't as if someone would care, but still, I knew I should have.
But the letter had been pretty clear. Emily had sent it to me, just before she disappeared. There wasn't much on it, except the instruction for getting to where I was then, some warnings about bringing my cell phone or telling anyone, and at the very end, a short line, where she told me to thrust her, that she would soon be free, and that I could too, if I wanted.
Emily and I had been friend since kindergarten. Our families lived together, and I don't remember a day in my life where I didn’t see her. We were very close, and as we became teenagers that bond only grew stronger than before.
We shared everything with each other, every laugh and every tear. Or at least we did, until one night. I was at a party with her about six weeks before she disappeared, even though we weren’t invited. She said nobody would care so I had followed her into that house, even though I knew I shPost too long. Click here to view the full text.