My Short Story: Underneath

My second short story...even creepier than the last one!! The written out version is below...

I think I have finally found the girl my dreams
Its as if she is the embodiment of all my hearts desires into a physical form.
Her shape, her eyes, her hair, her moutheverything is perfect, or at least to me she is.
At work, she would walk past me from time to time.
Sometimes, she would stop and give me the warmest of smiles I have ever ad the pleasure of seeing.
Sometimes, I smile backbut sometimesI do nothing at all.
I wish she could be mine, I really do, but it is not so convenient for me.
She may be the most beautiful goddess to ever bless this world, But I am nothing
I always will be.
She has her charm, her looks, and her demeanor
She gave me a present one dayit was left on my desk ever so gently.
It was the most adorable spotted wrapping paper I have ever seen, it suited her style well.
It was a new stapler! How did she know I needed a new stapler?
I glance over to her and gaze as she looks behind making sure I have opened it (Such an angel).
But what did I have?
She must think of it as a joke that someone like me could ever end up with someone like her.
I could see her now, laughing behind me back with her friends.
My looks are nothing to be proud ofI can barely talk to her, let alone make eye contact for more than two seconds.
All I can get out is a weak Hey I am so pathetic.
She must think I am a repugnant joke.
I would never be able to strike up a conversation with her even if my life depended on it.
She is just too perfect for my words.
Is it my fault God has created me in such a way?
I always see her with her friendswithout me
Look at them laughing they must be laughing at me.
I have to see if my love has betrayed me so.
Oh, hello Mike! I was just about to ask you if she is silenced by a blow to her cranium.
I smash her face into the floor repeatedly with the stapler that she gave me the other day, shouting the words Stop laughing at me!
I raise myself up from the ground and look below at the monstrous deed that I had just committed.
The blue stapler that I received was dyed with the sight of redand the love of my lifemy love, could not even be recognized as a human anymore.
I look up at the people who surrounded my atrocities; I could tell what was in store for me.
She was just about to ask you if you wanted to go out for dinner tonightjust the two of you A man screamed.
Nowwhat do I have?

Category:

Comedy

Tags:

• chickentenders
• short
• story
• horror
• murder
• poetry
• insane
• comedy
• funny
• crazy

[metalpriestess7]

One person's insanity is another's sanity, I find you quite sane, maybe that is because I am insane myself, who knows and who cares.

You write so passionately about the love of someones life in the story, have you found the love of your life? Were you writing about her, until the part where she is killed?

[chickentenders]

yes I have, and i love her dearly. No, it wasnt about her. I normally don't have a source from where i write from, mostly when i'm bored I write.

[FascinatingLee]

lol do you know how loud my speakers were at the beginning of the vid?

You made me jump. Don't do that again. hahaha

[chickentenders]

yay, sorry, but i was hoping someone was gona do that ^^.

[smiley169]

Good job.... but did you have to talk about the....weather?

[chickentenders]

yes, cause 2ft worth of hail and people shoveling snow in June is incredibly abnormal.

[metalpriestess7]

oh, bordem is always good inspiration, ha ha

[Philmore74]

WITH A STAPALER

[Philmore74]

YOU ROCK LOL LOL LOL LOL

[Philmore74]

YOU A SO SO FUNNY LOL

[number1clip]

sorry dum head but your story was dum

[desertislanddream]

JAKE! <333

How are ya, dear? =p

[lilvairogirl94]

i hope this isnt true...that'd be depressing ):