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Part 3…………. Last Part

She was bewildered of what she discovered about her husband. The medical laboratory result, the killings, missing husband. “Gawd!” she cried. “Where are you, demet!”

She tried calling everyone she knew asking if they saw her husband but everybody said, no.

“Hello!”

“Yes?” said the other person on the other line of the phone. The last person she knew her husband would had gone to.

“This is Sophia, may I speak with Dan?”

“Oh, thank God, Sophia! This is Nancy.”

Dan is Sam’s father and Nancy is his mother.

“Dan is out. Sam is here and he is just in his room. I’m worried about him. He drinks and sleeps the whole day. He won’t even eat. He’s a total mess. (more…)

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Kill to Write 2

Posted: July 6, 2012 in English, Kill to Write
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Part 2

“Where am I?” asked Sophia when the gag in her mouth and the blindfold of her eyes were removed. There was the sound of horror in her voice.

Her eyes were adjusting from the light coming from the bulb above. They were in an empty room with only two televisions and a table where the tvs where placed. There were two people in the room. A rugged looking person in front of her with the gag and the blindfold in his hand, and another guy who had a big scar on his right face near the door. He was smoking and was playing with the smoke he puffed.

“Who are you? What am I doing here?” Her gaze jumped from one person to another. (more…)

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This is a product of a challenge given to us by Padre, our leader in Literati. The challenge was to come with with a story in English with this opening paragraph:
For the past 25 years of my life, I’ve only written two short stories. It’s not for lack of imagination, though. My head is always bursting with ideas to write about. My failure – if you can call it that – can be more attributed to damage control. And conscience. It always boils down to conscience. You see, I do not like writing for the simple fact that if I begin to write, I will have to kill.
So here is the story. I do not know if I made justice or not. The only thing I know is that there’s pretty much of a blood loss. Epistaxis!
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KILL to WRITE

Part 1

For the past 25 years of my life, I’ve only written two short stories. It’s not for lack of imagination, though. My head is always bursting with ideas to write about. My failure – if you can call it that – can be more attributed to damage control. And conscience. It always boils down to conscience. You see, I do not like writing for the simple fact that if I begin to write, I will have to kill.

She was stricken by what she just read. Her heart sank. Her legs were wobbling and were about to collapse anytime. Sweat started to form on her forehead and in her body. The cool breeze of air coming from the open window that made the curtain dance was not helping. She took a deep breath. (more…)