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Old 08-29-2007, 04:10 PM

WARNING!! DISCLAIMER!! Not all of these stories are happy and cheerful with sunshine, rainbows, unicorns, and flowers! Though some may be like that, others WILL have graphic violence. These will be marked below in the table of contents with two asterisks, and will have a warning similar to this one at the beginning of the post. PLEASE do not read these if you are faint of heart, not interested in violence, or wanting to psychoanalyze me.

Statement: I PROMISE YOU THAT I AM SANE, AND NOT INTERESTED IN HURTING ANYONE. THESE WRITINGS ARE NOT PLANS OF WHAT I INTEND TO DO TO PEOPLE. -.- THESE WRITINGS ARE SIMPLY WAYS OF LETTING OUT MY FRUSTRATIONS, SO THAT I CAN BE CALM. Dx




[[List to Come]]
  1. The List of Objects
    ** = Violent
    @ = Completely written, maybe revised later?
    @@@ = TOTALLY Complete
  2. An Infirmary ** @
  3. A Rock
  4. A Body
  5. .... Typed up later.

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Old 08-29-2007, 04:13 PM

WARNING!! THIS IS A STORY THAT CONTAINS GRAPHIC VIOLENCE, SO IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ IT, OR ARE FAIN OF HEART, NOT INTERESTED IN VIOLENCE, OR WANTING TO PSYCHOANALYZE ME, THEN SIMPLY SKIP THIS STORY, PLEASE!!




The Infirmary
Object: Infirmary

She lay there in the bed of the infirmary, playing her video games, wishing it had never happened. She wished she had never listened to the dark little impulses in the back of her head. She wished her mother had never left the knife so plainly accessible. She wished her father hadn't provoke her. She wished her mother had never gotten in the way.

It had been an ugly day, cloudy, with the forcast calling for 70% chance of thunderstorms. She had been playing her video games, listening to the sounds of the booming thunder, when suddenly, the games were shut off abruptly. She had looked around, confused, and tried to find the source of the problem, suspecting a power outage. But then, why were the lights on? And why was her father standing by the electrical outlet with the plug in his hand, no longer providing electricity for the game? She had felt the anger building within her as her father lectured her on the "evils of video games." Her eye caught a glint of silver laying on a nearby table. She had lunged towards it, grabbing the butcher knife that lay on the sparkling, engraved glass table nearby. With a roar of rage, she had shot towards her father, who had let out a short shout of shock, alerting her mother to the situation. She had stabbed her father a good many times by the time her mother realized what was happening, and run to crouch over him protectively, his bloody chest barely moving in his struggle for breath.

"Mother," she said in a level voice, "move aside, or you die too." The mother cried out in horror at her words, and doubled her efforts to protect the man beneath.

By the time the police arrived, she had made the corpses unrecognisable, even by herself, their daughter. She had been found in a corner, drenched in the blood of those that brought her into the world. The police, mistaking her as another victim, took her to a low-security hospital, where a group of dedicated nurses cleaned her cuts that she had gotten in the struggle with her mother.

She was playing video games while recovering, when suddenly they were turned off. She found a nurse standing by the power button, who said cheerfully, "Time for bed, dearie!" Her eyes flashed with anger, and she noticed a silver, surgical scalpel laying on a nearby table...
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