My Feeble Attempts at Fictions.
Saturday, 9 January, 2010

The Confession


I felt too weak to stand up and walk or cover myself.
He just tore me apart and emptied himself.
I could not see him walk away as if I was just a utility with no emotions.
And before I knew anything, there was blood all around and a broken beer bottle in my hand.




7 Wisecracks (Comment here):

Aditya Nandode said...

Again 55 makes an impact! Emotionally! Dint know, 55 can have so much power!

Harshita said...

Madam ji..tussi gr8 ho...

Dark n amazing it is :P

ANWESA said...

Again...painful..yet true :|

яノςんム said...

thnx peeps :)

@nks said...

For the record beer has 5% alcohol content... to get that drunk you've to finish at least 5 bottles. After which the person will be puking her stomach out.

Sorry, can't help being nerd :D ...

But i must confess, i always fail to get this magic in my 55 fiction. That's why I invedted 100 fiction for me :D

яノςんム said...

@nks,
I never talked about if the rapist was high or not, or the bottle was empty or full :) just the difference of perception! and she dint drown the bottle into her, she killed the rapist with the bottle ;)

100 f? nice.. will catch up :)

shivam shekhawat said...

great and sad. just left me shaking. meant so much. felt like someone i knew have gone through this well not the rape thing, the use and throw thing.