Thursday, July 26, 2012
"The Unfaithful Widow" by: J.S. Wilsoncroft
“Bastard!” I screamed, pounding my fists on the floor until they became sore. “I hope you rot in Hell!”
“Ahhh!” I screamed as I violently tore into the robe with the scissors, cutting and slashing into the white cotton. Pieces of white fabric were flying all around me as the rage inside me grew more intense. Each cut that I made felt like a tear in my heart. My heart was damaged beyond repair, just like the robe. After shredding the robe, I collapsed on the floor again, sobbing uncontrollably.