Skyblaze
08-03-2010, 04:36 PM
First story to post on here :D
Flicking the lighter on I felt the heat off the flame. The pile of cloths was ready. A seething feeling of revenge that was about to be appeased was sitting in the basement. Her cloths were all over down here, ready to be washed. No wonder there weren’t many of hers at home.
Luckily the basement window was open, if it weren’t breaking the window would have been just as easy. The sound would have been muffled by the blizzard raging outside. It was a very dull basement to say the least, a washing machine, the pile of cloths, many pipes that lined the ceiling, how she stayed in a place like this and not at our home.
The one window that was down here was small compared to the upstairs windows where she looked out and saw, her husband, standing. The next day she proclaimed to be leaving for family, she said to stay home and have some alone time. She packed a few cloths the first time, she kept coming back to get more.
The blizzards coldness seeped into the basement, even though her coldness probably already had it frozen. Four years since she put on that wedding ring, don’t they usually represent commitment? Obviously they do or there wouldn’t about to be a fire in a basement of some low life bastard’s house.
A month ago they meet at work. She said something about him the first time they meet, that he was new to the office or something like that. It didn’t matter anymore, she found a new person and I will be left behind. Might as well leave a congratulatory present. Heres to the new couple
Crawling out the window, the blizzard was still going. The fire that was slowly growing in the basement started to lick the ceiling. She’ll be happy to know that I finally committed to something in our relationship.
Flicking the lighter on I felt the heat off the flame. The pile of cloths was ready. A seething feeling of revenge that was about to be appeased was sitting in the basement. Her cloths were all over down here, ready to be washed. No wonder there weren’t many of hers at home.
Luckily the basement window was open, if it weren’t breaking the window would have been just as easy. The sound would have been muffled by the blizzard raging outside. It was a very dull basement to say the least, a washing machine, the pile of cloths, many pipes that lined the ceiling, how she stayed in a place like this and not at our home.
The one window that was down here was small compared to the upstairs windows where she looked out and saw, her husband, standing. The next day she proclaimed to be leaving for family, she said to stay home and have some alone time. She packed a few cloths the first time, she kept coming back to get more.
The blizzards coldness seeped into the basement, even though her coldness probably already had it frozen. Four years since she put on that wedding ring, don’t they usually represent commitment? Obviously they do or there wouldn’t about to be a fire in a basement of some low life bastard’s house.
A month ago they meet at work. She said something about him the first time they meet, that he was new to the office or something like that. It didn’t matter anymore, she found a new person and I will be left behind. Might as well leave a congratulatory present. Heres to the new couple
Crawling out the window, the blizzard was still going. The fire that was slowly growing in the basement started to lick the ceiling. She’ll be happy to know that I finally committed to something in our relationship.