Stare (by Joe Doyle)

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Thrillers  |  House: Booksie Classic
A dark short story. Simple enough...

Submitted: November 09, 2011

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Submitted: November 09, 2011




Flies buzzed around a rotting carcass, and maggots fed on the festering wounds of the same. The drains filled with bright red blood, oozing from the body. Her expressionless face stared forever towards the wall which her eyes last recognised. Still, she lay there for days and weeks helpless. Beside her sat a child, face down, dripping with tears soaked with fear. Still, silent.


A rugged young man sat in the morning sun with a glass of gin within his hand, disgusted in what his imagination conjured up. Confined into these revolting images, he drank himself to the rotting bodies of his family. Vengeful and selfish, his thoughts ran circles around the roses, all falling down, one by one. A grin slowly crept from one side of his face to the other, wrinkling his fresh skin.


Bloody rags piled up constantly in the corner of another room. Sat in the opposing corner was a teenage boy, holding a bible in one hand and a fist of blood in the other. Needles and smashed mirrors littered the ground, reflecting his insanity upon his paranoid face. He never expected it to come to what it has, he never wanted it to become this, but he always knew it needed to happen. Uninterested and unaware ofthe real world, his life hovered higher than the ground, looking down upon those remaining. Proud of his lack of accomplishments, he grinned and evil grin, and walked his bloody feet across the Ocean of smashed glass.


A knock on a door. Slow footsteps, getting louder and louder. The turning of a doorknob. The last nail in his coffin.


All four, lying on the ground, peacefully at war with one another, never to attack, never to blink, always to stare.

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