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Rose Strailos Flash Stories - 2. Prompt: 72, 48,
48: Blood
46: Rape
Prompt Number: 72
I never thought it would happen to me. I never thought that I would have been in a relationship in the first place. But I was.
And even as I stand here and listen to my so called lover call out another’s name in passion, knowing that I was going to finally give him everything, is the ultimate betrayal. I run and don’t turn back, even as my crimson haired lover calls for me to return, my tears flowing fast and free.
“Lin…” I hear whispered on the wind by the one who gave me the first true taste of betrayal. My crimson haired love, my blood covered betrayer.
Micah…
Never more shall my heart be allowed to feel love that can so easily hurt me, so easily destroy me…
Prompt: Blood
Prompt Number: 48
Warnings: Talks about suicide.
It’s such a pretty color in my opinion. Dark and slick, it moves like a serpent as it mixes with the water, turning lighter. It goes from that beautiful red to such a rosy pink. It makes me think of my childhood, my cheeks colored from the sun.
That was such a happy time for me. It all disappeared though, just like the dark red is disappearing down the drain.
I giggle softly at my thoughts and shake my head sluggishly as I slide down the wall. Giggling again, I lay back and continue to watch the red turn pink before disappearing.
Prompt: Rape
Prompt Number 46
Warnings: Talks about rape in a rather to the side way.
It’s sad when you can use it as a weapon to hurt others. It’s violent, painful…killing the soul with the memories of the pain, the tearing…the moans of pleasure from the person above you.
I sob and moan as I remember. I try to tear my skin off as I remember it all. It horrifies me, it drives me to the edge. I don’t know what to do any more. I can’t help but scream at my memories of that night.
Haunting whispers of them, nightmares of the pain and helplessness, and my own anguished screams that no one else can hear, even as I try so hard to make them stop.
Note: While authors are asked to place warnings on their stories for some moderated content, everyone has different thresholds, and it is your responsibility as a reader to avoid stories or stop reading if something bothers you.
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