Death Becomes Her

Hi everyone!
Sorry for the lack of update this week, but as I’ve been working over 50 hours this week, I haven’t been able to find the time 🙂
I can’t promise you one next week either, as I’ll be off for vacation, but I’ll try my best! 😆

But here’s a repost of a flash fiction for all of you to enjoy 😊

My Own Little Corner

She woke up, her eyes puffy and dry. She had to blink multiple times before being able to keep them open. She didn’t move. She simply stared upward at the ceiling fan as it rushed by. Her eyes tried to follow it as if it would come to an end soon, but couldn’t keep up.

Turning on her side, she saw the impressions left behind from Jack. He didn’t usually sleep with her, but last night he had. Pausing one last time, she hesitantly sat up and let her feet dangle off the side of the bed. Looking down at her bare legs she saw the remnants of tragedy. She had grown thin and she had no color anywhere on her body. Her skin matched one that would be found inside a morgue.

“Clara?” It was Jack downstairs. She smelled the no doubt delicious breakfast being made specifically for her…

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I Got No Talent To Be Heart-Broken

A/N: Okay, so I read all these poems online about being heart-broken, and I figured it would be funny to write a poem about the exact opposite of that. 

Enjoy!

 


I got no talent to be heart-broken,

And I’m told that that is wrong.

But crying my heart out over some guy,

– It simply isn’t done.

 

I wonder if something is wrong with me,

Since it’s so easy to just let go.

While others hold on with all they have,

Still caught in the afterglow.

 

But once I see that something is bad,

It’s quite easy to simply escape.

One realisation is all I need,

And I am gone, going away.

 

For this heart isn’t made for breaking,

And these eyes aren’t meant to cry.

That is why no tears are flowing.

As I here tell you – “Goodbye.”

 


 

Complaints

“I want to make a complaint!”

The receptionist turned towards the man with an hidden sigh. She’d known that this guest would be trouble from the moment she’d laid eyes on him, and it appeared that she hadn’t been wrong. What a shame.

“I’m sorry to hear that, sir,” she said. “Is something the matter with the room?”

“Yes!”

She waited for a continuation, but none seemed forthcoming.

“May I ask what?”

“Everything!”

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