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In the heat of the moment, when hearts are racing hormones are raging, you don't really paying attention to the scenery around you. Under your hand, you feel something that you know isn't supposed to be there, but you ignore it. On top of your body, she feels a little stronger than usual, but you discard it. And the pain of the push and pull, and the nails scratching at your back! Somehow, you just weren't paying attention. Then you feel what you thought was sweat but smells like something else running down the side of your skull. You notice the red underneath her finger nails and you start to get a little worried. As you start to get up, you notice that she is incredibly strong and will not let you. You start to struggle and squirm. My sweet Jesus! How much stronger she is than you are or anyone else for that matter. A loud solid scream manages to slip from your lips, but no one can ear you. At that very moment, something turns inside your stomach and you heart starts to beat far faster than it ever has before. It's called fear and it has now got you totally speechless. One quick snap of the neck and his body fell, breathless. She didn't stop there. Almost like a comic book or a cartoon, you could hear the flesh ripping as it was tor from his body. Each leg, each arm, each joint, was torn apart. The only thing left was his head and she took that too. Everythin has a use and a purpose. She didn't want all those gorgeous limbs to go to waist. So she took them with her and left the torso lying in a bloody puddle on the floor. It would soon deteriorate like the other bodies before it.


The following comments are for "Remember? (Just a taste)"
by queenplaygirl69

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What a graphic and well portrayed story. Too short though, I would have liked to know some more background. It would make this scene more powerful.

Beware of grammar and spelling and logic, they are essential in establishing atmosophere.

If your limbs are torn off, usually people presume the joints are also torn...

"She didn't want all those gorgeous limbs to go to waist." Is this suppose to be a pun?

Great story. It's all because of the bothersome little details.

( Posted by: Furius [Member] On: April 18, 2002 )

Well told, even though short, good imagery too. I liked the perspective twist from someone talking to "You" the reader, then to woman. It is a good Idea to work with :)


( Posted by: chill [Member] On: April 19, 2002 )

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