http://slow.writerscafe.org/insanelyinsane The original writings of author SasMaeRic en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776018866 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Short story I wrote for a piece of homework when I was fourteen. From the perspective of a young child. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/insanelyinsane/1970547/ TRIGGER WARNING: GRAPHIC DETAILS OF EATING DISORDERS http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/insanelyinsane/1969653/ TRIGGER WARNING: GRAPHIC DETAILS OF EATING DISORDERS http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/insanelyinsane/1969651/ TRIGGER WARNING: GRAPHIC DETAILS OF EATING DISORDERS http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/insanelyinsane/1969648/ TRIGGER WARNING: GRAPHIC DETAILS OF EATING DISORDERS http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/insanelyinsane/1969646/ TRIGGER WARNING: GRAPHIC DETAILS OF EATING DISORDERS http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/insanelyinsane/1969645/ TRIGGER WARNING: GRAPHIC DETAILS OF EATING DISORDERS http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/insanelyinsane/1969642/ TRIGGER WARNING: GRAPHIC DETAILS OF EATING DISORDERS http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/insanelyinsane/1969641/ He pushes me down the stairs. I'll admit, it's kind of funny. He reminds me of Li's sister too.I pass out, but not before I feel excruciating pain in my neck and right leg.And, of course, I wake up in a hospital. It gives me flashbacks from waking up in hospital before. Except, this time, it actuall.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/insanelyinsane/1924056/ "Okay, so I admit - it's wrong. But what do you guys want me to do? You know, you can't go to the police. They'd put you in care, and also, Charlie, you'd get into trouble. You stabbed one of 'em. You're just a stupid girl, innit?" Henry says. He starts off calmly but ends up teeming with anger."I d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/insanelyinsane/1924025/ A sea of black, and crying faces.Funerals are horrible, this is my fifth one. First one when I was six, my uncle. Second, my best friend, cancer, we were both aged eight. Third, my cousin, I was twelve, and he was fourteen - hit by a car. Next, my parents' funeral. Now, this. More than anything, I h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/insanelyinsane/1924004/ The two bodies hanging on the wall by chains wound around their hands and feet are a sight that I never thought I would see. Yet, somehow, it does have a calming effect.They're not dead yet - just being tortured. I think, for some reason, Henry wants them alive. As far as I know, he's out with one o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/insanelyinsane/1923985/ "Truth or dare?" Grace asks me. We're sat in a circle, about 20 of us, and I don't know everyone. Other people are dotted around the house, and a couple others are milling about to watch the fun of our game. Pretty much everyone has had at least one drink."I'm gonna go with truth," I say. The dares .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/insanelyinsane/1923471/ "Hugo?" I ask. Henry starts laughing manically, again. It sends chills down my spine and still, he doesn't answer. I look into his eyes, but I can sense no humanity inside him. I don't know how I've never realised this before, but there is something truly horrifying about him. He's mentally ill - ps.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/insanelyinsane/1923452/ I've changed names and blocked information about where we live but this is word for word a 10 minute conversation my friends and I had during one lunch together. Taken word for word from a video. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/insanelyinsane/1894136/ Thank Satan, William forgave me. I woke up bright and early (9am), which is somewhat unusual for me, and slipped a note under William's door. I'm not good with emotions or words so I just wrote "I'm sorry for what I said, bro. Look, let's go out today and talk. We good?". Will seemed pretty happy wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/insanelyinsane/1749506/ All I can think about is where he got the chains. It's stupid, isn't it? You and your brother carrying a man who murdered your mother into your basement, chaining him up, and you're just there wondering where he got the chains from?It's been almost six months since they were murdered, and I just can.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/insanelyinsane/1749048/ Nothing seems right. I'm home alone, again. When I'm alone, the voices get really loud. I look at the big scar on my arm. It grounds me, makes me remember what I'm fighting for - justice. For my parents, and my brothers. It's such a beautiful day. I'm just waiting for Henry and William to come back... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/insanelyinsane/1748978/ Three brothers try to avenge their parents' death by finding their murderers and making them pay for what they have done. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/insanelyinsane/1748945/