I deserve death
I was happy. Happier than most men living on this planet. I never feared the dark cloud of unhappiness. I never felt the need to. I drank away to life, I…
You have a month to complete this challenge. Write a story; a STORY (not a poem) about suicide. The rules? First person preferred. Half-length ficly at least. Get as gory as you please. You MAY enter an already existing story into this challenge. No poems, although poem-like stories ate accepted. Mark mature stories mature. (This challenge is marked mature itself. 'cuz I felt like it.) Simple enough. Write about a person who wants to do it, but is scared to. Write about a person who does do it. Write about the people left behind. Just write something about suicide. It can be angry, sad, horrified, whatever you want it to be. Hell, it could even be happy. You have a month to interpret suicide as you will. You have a month to complete the interpretation and post it to this challenge. Good luck.
I was happy. Happier than most men living on this planet. I never feared the dark cloud of unhappiness. I never felt the need to. I drank away to life, I…
I open my eyes. The horizon is glazed with the gray haze of dawn. Everything is suffused in this half-light. The taste of metal blossoms inside my mouth…
There’s an obnoxious whirring. It’s probably the sound of the flywheel spinning unfettered, assuming its linkage has been wrenched out of place. Forward motion…
I stand here, looking down from the bridge to the swirling dark waters below and wonder, what did I do wrong? What did I do that made life unbearable, friends…
I knew he’d do it ya know, He told me.... “Your joking! ” I told him, “I don’t believe you!” I would shout. “I hate my life, and I’m ruining yours..” he would…
‘Why do you think they come here?’ ‘The forest?’ ‘Yeah.’ ‘Hell.’ The old man wiped the sweat off his brow. ‘Ill hazard a guess that it has something to do with…