Obliquity – Short Stories

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1. She looked down. A deep gash ran obliquely over her torso. Blood sputtering. White light beckoned. Was this the end?

2. It was a suicide, they said. She pulled the trigger, but their oblique remarks towards her body held the gun.

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This is my attempt at the Twenty Word Tuesday event hosted by Bulbul’s bubble. (https://wp.me/pbcaAs-wZ)

This week’s prompt was: Oblique.

While both these 20 word stories are about death. They are in two completely different contexts.

In reference, to the second story, I would like to take this opportunity to convey how important it is for all of us to be mindful of our words and actions. They have great power. They can create and destroy.

To anyone who is going through a tough time, stay strong. It does get better.

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A Funeral

your heart was but a beast,
a friend of the devil
that yearned to grasp
the reins of my heart.

My soul was starving,
I believed the lies you fed me
alas, you walked over my heart
until I was but a shadow
of who I used to be.
Flickering.

I dug a shallow pit
by a brook beside the green fields
to bury the memories,
the good and the bad.

I left lilies over it.
Your favourite.
Hence was the funeral
of the girl I used to be.

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