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Mothers Love. Pt 1 flashstory
The tremble of voice speaks to me, thundering cracks that snap in. Windows opens as the wind blows, brushing strokes to my cheeks to toes. Inside the cabinet, breathing gently not speaking, as a stranger is outside. I gasp a puff of air, as my heart beats heavily, as every step he makes is heard. Creaking sounds of the door facade, as silent and grim. I can see him on the closest visible blinds, entering the room with a sharp edge.
As he stands closer, seeing that bastard knife, as the silver razor shimmer with the moon's glow. I hold my breath, to be quiet. And whimper in my voice, muzzle. I hear him across the distance. Silence spreads, as tension o rise, tides of waves in my thoughts. As my mother… if going to kill me. She speaks, with wide teeth, and exaggerated expressions. Grinding her white smile with opened eyes. Her face doesn’t feel right. As she looks under my bed, her face turns to a mask. That has crocodile expressions. She creeps down every corner of the door.
The windows, like her white dried skin, crawls near my place. I hold tight to my doll, as I felt myself as a stuffed rock for a moment. I freed, as she went close, hearing her shallow breaths. Breath in, 1… 2… 3… 4… 5… Breath out, as I hear her paces further. My room is dark candles off as the rain outside showers like broken glasses. The knife with my father’s stains, the drips of crimson blood on the floor, the head of my brother lifeless. While hearing the knife scratching the metal surface of of the tables. Mama… this wasn’t you… you weren’t like this… You were happy….She speaks my name, in a soft sweet voice “Tulip.” “Tulip… come to me tulip. Join me and your father smiling on the other side.”.
Her fake voice tries to put me close as my heart shatters. Putting memories pinning me down as we were together with blissful life. 6….7….8… Mother went downstairs, as I open the closet, seeing a phone on my jacket’s pocket… 9…10…11…12… I silently stumble my feet on the floor. 13… 14…15… 16… the frets on my hands shaking hoping Mother doesn’t hear me…
I slipped on my fathers blood puddle as the gooey slime iron soaked in my white dress, as I got the phone on my hands, and return to my closet. Mr whiskers, head rolls on the door, and my toy is stuck…Mother… got my hand… and speaks in a sweet voice, with her sockets of eyes gone with void. ”I am happy you joined… Tulip, my dearest daughter.”.
© Dream With Me
As he stands closer, seeing that bastard knife, as the silver razor shimmer with the moon's glow. I hold my breath, to be quiet. And whimper in my voice, muzzle. I hear him across the distance. Silence spreads, as tension o rise, tides of waves in my thoughts. As my mother… if going to kill me. She speaks, with wide teeth, and exaggerated expressions. Grinding her white smile with opened eyes. Her face doesn’t feel right. As she looks under my bed, her face turns to a mask. That has crocodile expressions. She creeps down every corner of the door.
The windows, like her white dried skin, crawls near my place. I hold tight to my doll, as I felt myself as a stuffed rock for a moment. I freed, as she went close, hearing her shallow breaths. Breath in, 1… 2… 3… 4… 5… Breath out, as I hear her paces further. My room is dark candles off as the rain outside showers like broken glasses. The knife with my father’s stains, the drips of crimson blood on the floor, the head of my brother lifeless. While hearing the knife scratching the metal surface of of the tables. Mama… this wasn’t you… you weren’t like this… You were happy….She speaks my name, in a soft sweet voice “Tulip.” “Tulip… come to me tulip. Join me and your father smiling on the other side.”.
Her fake voice tries to put me close as my heart shatters. Putting memories pinning me down as we were together with blissful life. 6….7….8… Mother went downstairs, as I open the closet, seeing a phone on my jacket’s pocket… 9…10…11…12… I silently stumble my feet on the floor. 13… 14…15… 16… the frets on my hands shaking hoping Mother doesn’t hear me…
I slipped on my fathers blood puddle as the gooey slime iron soaked in my white dress, as I got the phone on my hands, and return to my closet. Mr whiskers, head rolls on the door, and my toy is stuck…Mother… got my hand… and speaks in a sweet voice, with her sockets of eyes gone with void. ”I am happy you joined… Tulip, my dearest daughter.”.
© Dream With Me
