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Her Creep

She combs her hair at night.. after her long hot shower.. her straight blonde hair.. beautiful clear skin.. the thin waist of hers and her nice thighs not to big or small.. of only her lips noticed mine.. if only she didnt look at the men higher than me.. if only i was special. 

She lays upon her bed, the egyptian cotton so expensive only she can afford such luxury. When she closes her eyes shes so beautiful.. the shape of her face... her collar bone.. the frame of which she carries .. so delicate .. her hair flowing down around her pillow.. soft like a feather. I take one step into her room... gently i take another step.

I reach my hand down, resting it along her cheek. I tilt my head giving a soft smile. Pressing my thumb against her plump red stained lips, leaning down to gently kiss her. I want her to notice me, to see me as her one and only .. but im a creep. She wont even set her eyes at me, she always pushes me aside and ignores me for those other men.. the rich men.. the smart ones.

Slowly taking the axe out of my bag, she turns in the bed.. the moon casting light into her room.. enough to pin my shadow to her wall. I drag the tip of my axe along her thighs, pulling her blanket back. Her eyes open, sitting up looking at me.. only me. I give a satisfied smile.. her beauty too wonderful for this world.

I lean in, shes shaking but she watches me.. my every move.. i lift my axe and as she goes to reach up.. it slices right through her flesh.. the blood splattering all over her walls and blanket. Her blood scattered on my face, licking my lips i open my mouth to speak. "Now, do you see me?" 

Shakingly she nods as she began to cry, sniffling.. she looks gross no longer is she attractive to me. I dig my axe right through her neck, hacking at it until it hangs from her body. Her eyes wide.. her blood dripping from the veins handing from her neck. I kiss her lips softly, giving a smile.. i have control.. i captured her perfect soul.. she lost her perfect body..

I get home, resting her head inside a glass case. So now i have her .. she watches me all the time now.. im a creep but only hers.. i am her creep.. the one who got her in the end .. now i smile all the time i feel perfect and renewed.

Copyright © Orlin Collier | Year Posted 2016

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  1. Date: 12/5/2016 11:53:00 PM

    Definition creepy! Great write!
  1. Date: 12/2/2016 3:44:00 PM

    Yikes! Now that is what I call creepy. Many congrats on your win, Orlin. Lainey
  1. Date: 12/1/2016 8:53:00 AM

    Hi Orlin, Congratulations on your 3rd place win in the"Creep" contest. It was well deserved:-) Alexis
  1. Date: 11/30/2016 6:01:00 AM

    Great storytelling.. Congratulations on your placement in the contest..
  1. Date: 11/27/2016 9:17:00 PM

    This would be an excellent short story...perhaps a series of them. Quite a bizarre tale (hopefully it's only a tale). Well written Orlin. Good luck in the contest.

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