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Fic: The Hidden Crime
Dec. 11th, 2010 02:35 pmIt's snowing a lot today. My sister is despairing (she hates the snow and cold).
Title: The Hidden Crime
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kurainokoori
Rating: R due to some disturbing imagery
Genre: Horror
Words: 453 words
Author's note: I wrote this for a class two years ago and have now cleaned it up slightly. We were supposed to write horror stories and the teacher found mine rather disturbing. And it's disturbing.
Summary: I don't know how I got here. I am past memory, past self, all that remained was this and the sickening smell.
( I don’t know how I got here. There’s a smell, a stench, like that of rotting meat; an almost sweet scent that makes you want to vomit. Somehow I know that this stench is coming from me and I do not dare to open my eyes. )
Title: The Hidden Crime
Author:
kurainokoori Rating: R due to some disturbing imagery
Genre: Horror
Words: 453 words
Author's note: I wrote this for a class two years ago and have now cleaned it up slightly. We were supposed to write horror stories and the teacher found mine rather disturbing. And it's disturbing.
Summary: I don't know how I got here. I am past memory, past self, all that remained was this and the sickening smell.
( I don’t know how I got here. There’s a smell, a stench, like that of rotting meat; an almost sweet scent that makes you want to vomit. Somehow I know that this stench is coming from me and I do not dare to open my eyes. )
