More Stories Coming Soon!

Hey my fellow readers, I hope everyone is having a good week. Just a heads up that I have a couple of new entries coming in the next week. I have been busy with work and my other projects, but please don't worry, I will always have my work on here! Stay tuned! 

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Linda

Linda

The rain has been going on for over a week now. No signs of it slowing down. That's what the hurricane season brings as the fall in the tropics brought the hurricanes with it. It has been a week since the sad day I saw her last. My one and only Linda. She wasn't a full breed, she was a mix of various breeds, but as loyal as any dog I have lived with over the years. I'm not sure why people decide to not get a dog due to their breed, is it really justifiable to reject a living thing a home just because they aren't “pure” breed?

How I ended up with her was quite a story. I guess it felt like she chose me and that's usually the case when getting a companion. The moment I saw her, she ran towards me with lots of kisses and affection. Nothing but pure love from her, nothing but pure loyalty and companionship. My family had brought her as they found her on the road walking helplessly. Apparently, the had been abandoned on the side of the road by people with no heart. Stuff like this happens every day, it's sad to say. Linda really got along with everyone and was always by my side in our adventures. Overall, the family was happy I had someone to keep me company as I was feeling quite lonely for a while. It was a big house, and I felt alone most of the time.

We had our first adventure in the forest as we live in the middle of nowhere. Exploring as she used her nose to find the way into the next destination. Of course, we always had to be careful. After all, the forest could have dangerous animals, but we could always go the other way thanks to Linda's nose. We had a place in particular that we loved to visit which wasn't so far away from home. A creek from which the water was as pure as anything you ever tasted in your entire life. We would hang in there just inspecting the area and of course, Linda would jump in to cool off as the days were quite hot. Once the day was getting closer to an end, we would take our way home, running, jumping, with pure happiness.

Over the years, Linda would show her mortality as she wasn't a puppy when she came into the family. I would say she was around five years old if I had to guess from her fangs. Unfortunately, her health did went on decline a few times. We had close calls a few times as there were things in the forest that she shouldn't have eaten and had to be rushed into the emergency vet. I, on the other hand, was very cautious if I was ever interested in anything in the forest. Linda was reckless, but we all loved her so much. A dog that was thrown away still had so much love to give which showed you how great of a dog she was.

Finally, the day in which she couldn't get up anymore. Her body had given up on her. It was estimated that she was around fifteen years old when she got sick. In dog years, that's a lot! I realized she wasn't feeling well when I want next to her to see if she wanted to go out. She would only look, exhausted, tired, but happy. We all knew the end was near so my family took her to the vet. As they picked her up, she looked back, and I looked back at her. We looked at each other in the eyes, and said goodbye.

Linda was cremated and buried by the creek which she loved so much. The family knew that because they always had to come back to get use when it was getting too late, lets be honest, we would lose track of time and they would worry. As I lay in the bed we shared and purr, I still miss her companionship. I miss grooming her and her grooming me in return. I miss the warmth of her body and how I would run beside her as we explored the forest. My turn will come eventually, and I hope this old cat can meet her one last time.  

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Work in Progress

Hope everyone is doing well and is having a great week so far. I’m currently working on a couple of stories but haven’t really made much progress with each. I will have something probably by the end of the week. I was also thinking that I could start taking up some poetry even though I haven’t written any in forever. This is my little spot where I just want to be creative and let loose. Hope you can enjoy some of my upcoming work. I will also link my other hobbies on here so you can check out a little bit of what my world is about. 

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The Barber

The day was almost over, it was one of those days where nothing much had happened. The shop was quiet, the roads were clam, and the customers were almost non-existent. The barber knew there was one more customer appointment today, he wasn’t worried. He waited and waited making sure to have everything ready. ‘This is the one’ He murmured to himself. Frank had already left and it was only the barber alone by himself as he had the duty to close down the shop. Of course, he was the only one left, after all, it was a pretty slow day and this is the way this barber shop survives on days like these. Now, if it were to get busy, Frank was only a block away and he wouldn’t mind coming back to make some money, he does need it. Finally, the door opened! It was Charlie coming for his monthly usual. Charlie was an older gentleman, around 60 years of age, 6’0” and skinny build. He’s another regular that has come to this shop for decades. He would always asked for the barber because they had the best conversations as they felt a bond between them. The barber thought ‘This is the one, this is the one I’ll go out with’ he will leave everything behind with this one. Charlie sat on the chair, the barber made him very comfortable ‘I will start a conversation with him and do it at the right moment’ he thought. He looked at Charlie ‘so Charlie, how’s the family?’ Charlie looked up and his eyes light up as he was awaiting that question, he did loved to talk about his family in every visit ‘Yes, I’m finally a grandpa!’ he shouted. The barber thought ‘You’ll be a dead grandpa in a few’ and asked ‘Well, tell me, what did they named it? Can I be god father? He chuckled. Charlie chuckled as well ‘You know, they haven’t found a god father for the baby, her name is Katherine and she’s a joy to look at with eyes as blue as the sky and beautiful red hair’ The barber put the cover on Charlie as ready to start with his procedure and asked ‘I am quite serious about being a god father, I don’t have a family of my own so it would be great to feel like I belong somewhere’ he stared at Charlie as he’s grabbing his scissors . Charlie smiled and replied ‘Of course, you should come over next week as the baby will be staying with us for a bit, even though we are happy, my daughter has been having trouble with the father, that bum, I think she might come live with us and we only want what’s best for her and the baby’ Charlie looked saddened when finishing his remark. The barber looked again ‘Well, we can’t all have everything the perfect way can’t we right Charles?’ He replied. The barber looked as he was inspecting where he will start his onslaught in, ‘the skull? The neck?’ He thought to himself and finally asked ‘the usual?’ Charlie replied ‘yes, the usual my old friend’. The barber had always saved this special set of scissors for Charlie has Charlie’s hair was quite difficult to deal with regular scissors. These special set of scissors were quite special and had to be sharpened in a special way which is why Charlie always asked for his old friend to cut his hair. The barber finally came out of thought and said ‘the skull’ and the onslaught started. He picked up the specialized scissors and cut away some of the hair, bidding for the right time to strike. Every time he saw an opening, it was fruitful to think about the outcome, but then he would stop as to think there would be an even bloodier opening with more gore than the next. Charlie didn’t had much hair to begin with this time around, after all, he was an aging old man but still held his own with his character. The barber stopped thinking and started doing as it all finally came clear, he was ready and wasn’t going to let another chance get away. ‘This is what I want’ he thought. The way this individual has deal with his thoughts was just too much. ‘I will not regret this’ he thought, ‘it must be done’ he finished. As he finally raised the pair of scissors , scissors that were actually quite unique and dangerous looking, he aimed for a part of his head that would prevent him to move, after all he wanted Charlie to suffer en entirety of the onslaught, he wanted him to feel pain, to suffer, to scream. If he were to hit the right spot on his skull, he would be able to paralyze him. He would need another pair of scissors for this as one of them would have to be stuck on his skull in order to continue his depraved attack. As the barber turned back to pick up the other set of scissors, Charlie noticed, but it was too late. By the time he opened his mind to what was happening, which was definitely nothing he would have imagined ever happening especially to someone that he has known for a long time, a slice was heard and the rest was done. Charlie stayed stunned as blood started dripping off of his skull, and yes, the barber had hit the right spot as not only was Charlie stopped from moving but also in shock, paralyzed from the strike. Now, that the barber knew it worked, he began working on the victim, the friend. He took the special scissors and started to cut off his face starting from the side ripping the skin off as if he wanted to wear it, but no, he wanted to see more fear in his eyes, the lack of skin on his face would take care of that. He wanted him to scream which he did over and over, but guess what? No one was around to hear him but the barber. ‘Scream all you want’ he yelled into his ears as he took the special scissors and cut the left one off, ‘Vangogh much?’ He whispered. A river of blood was dripping off of where Charlie’s ear used to reside a couple of seconds ago. Without a face, ear, and slowly feeling as the barber stabbed him in multiple parts of his body, Charlie could only go into another shock, and another one, and stare into the ceiling of the old shoppe, and feel as his body was being cut open all over. The barber bit off his fingers and spit them into the floor. He bathed himself with his blood as he screamed of anger, ‘this is not satisfying me’ he thought, ‘this is not enough, it’s never enough’ once again he thought. A bright light shined through the front window of the shoppe, so bright that the barber stopped and blinked, blinked again. He stepped back and gazed, and the light moved closer.

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Welcome to my short stories blog

 Good morning! Just wanted to create my first post on this blog which I decide to finally open to the public! This blog will have short stories and other written work for your enjoyment or annoyance if anything. I will have stuff added as I go. I have to find my work and edit some that is unfinished. I will be posting short stories and other written work about any genres. 

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