Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26863718-20150807033029

Written by: Bird

''This story was unfortunately deleted from the site. I don't know that I would resend it in, considering how hard it is for poems to be accepted and how particular they are required to be. I wrote the story exactly the way I wanted it to be. However, I would love to get critiques and see what other people think! This is also my first posted horror story, by the way.''



Mommy Liked to Play with Knives



Mommy used to play with me

But Mommy liked to play with knives

So I took her knife away from her

That made Mommy really mad

So she chased me out the house until she fell before my feet

Now Mommy just stares and smiles at me

"Mommy! Mommy! Why won't you play with me?"

Mommy just looks at me and lies there on the ground

She doesn't breathe or move an inch

“Mommy! Mommy! Why do your eyes not move an inch?”

Mommy used to wear a white dress

<p class="MsoNormal">But that was before she came to me

<p class="MsoNormal">"Mommy! Mommy! Why is your dress all red now? Why won’t you come and play?”

<p class="MsoNormal">But Mommy never plays anymore

<p class="MsoNormal">And if my Mommy won't play with me anymore

<p class="MsoNormal">I'll just have to find someone else to play knife games with! <ac_metadata title="Mommy Liked to Play with Knives"> </ac_metadata>