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Creative Writing Horror

AM

He walked into the sea. He was afraid of his tears all the while wondering why he was crying.

3 years since his mother left him. 3 years since misery bonded father and son. Patience dribbled to thinness when the father got a mistress.

He wondered why he couldn’t breathe at exactly 3 am. The father spiked his dinner, but it was the hand of the mistress that guided this nefarious intention. The thirst was a river of fire. So, he got up.

It was only when he saw his hand slip through the glass of water on the night table did he look back at himself lying in bed and realize that  he had no plan of waking up.

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3 Months

It wasn’t the cold that made her shiver.

It was because she was hiding something from me.

I pry her lips open with my tongue.

I wish it tasted like him.

I taste guilt.

Her breath smells sour like betrayal.

That’s when she says: I’ve slept with someone else.

I ask: For how long?

She murmurs: 3 months.

I bite her lips, because I want to giggle.

A 3 year marriage is supposed to end over a 3-month affair?

The joke’s on her.

She was always just a one night stand.