Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-28326338-20160428093229

There was once a single mother who was sick of life. Her husband left her for her sister, who gave him six beautiful, flawless children. He murdered her sister, along with all six children and was given a death sentence.

One day she decided to die so before she took her fatal plunge she told her daughter, "Hey baby, things will be just okay. Tell the men in the blue uniform you need to live with Nana in New York. Okay? ".

The daughter smiled and said, "Okay, I'm sure Nana will treat me!". She was fully aware that her mother was about to die. "Mama?" The daughter said innocently.

"Yes sweety?"

"Can I push you off? I want your death to be my responsibility."

The mother did not respond.

The sun set, and all prying eyes were practically sewn shut. The mother walked toward the unfenced area on the bridge, holding a leash that was tightly tied around the daughter's neck. "Mama, I'll miss your discipline. I doubt Nana will give me that..." the daughter managed to say, as the leash was tied almost too tight to prevent her from speaking.

"It'll be okay, as I mentioned before." The mother frowned and looked down into the far pavement below.

The mother opened up the backpack she took with her. She took out handcuffs and a sharp knife.

"M...Mama? What do you plan to do with that?" The daughter started backing up, but the leash stopped her from getting far.

"I don't want any remains of him in the world. You must die. Also, I want you to know that you and anyone who carries his genetic information will die a slow painful death, so prepare. ". The mother started handcuffing her daughter. Then she took out an apple shaped metallic thing with small vacant holes and stuck it in her daughter's mouth.

"This device measures how much you scream. If you scream a lot, the thorns inside of it will emerge and stab the inside of your mouth."

Inside a small Tupperware the mother took out was a rat. With the knife, the mother carved out a hole in her daughter's stomach. Then, she took out the rat and put it in the hole. Automatically, it started borrowing deep into her flesh. The daughter screamed and a thorn impaled her left cheek. When the thorn retracted, a small hole was left in the flesh. Then, the mother started cutting her toes, really really small. "This is where my tremendous skill in cutting salads comes in...". She smiled slightly.

The daughter silently wept, afraid the mother would here, but her efforts were unsuccessful.

"Oh... what's wrong? Are your eyes heavy on your eye sockets? I'll do you a favour, I'll take those eyes out for you...". She put down her knife on the pavement and with one forceful motion she gouged out the right eye. Two thorns popped into the daughter's cheek. Another gouging, out came the left eye.

"Well, haven't we detoured? Let's get back to the feet...". The mother happily diced the legs until she got to the upper thighs. At that point there were already ten holes around the face. One thorn even reached the eye socket, which the mother found very impressive.

<p style="font-family:'SourceSansPro','HelveticaNeue',Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;-webkit-tap-highlight-color:transparent;box-sizing:inherit;-webkit-font-smoothing:antialiased;font-size:18px;margin-top:20px;margin-bottom:20px;color:rgb(53,58,61);line-height:26.1px;">The mother picked her knife up again and glared at her daughter. She dragged it on her arms and the muscle fibers teared slowly. It seemed as if the spiked ball exploded, all the spikes emerged and tore up wherever was left of the daughter's face. "Now, I see the ball is too big for your mouth, I'll take it out for you!". She reached in and grabbed the ball, the thorns were still on the surface. Snap! All the spikes were torn out at the same time by the mother ripping the ball out of the mouth, leaving the daughter's face completely deformed. Her newly emerged permanent teeth showed through her cheeks which resembled old flour sifters.

<p style="font-family:'SourceSansPro','HelveticaNeue',Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;-webkit-tap-highlight-color:transparent;box-sizing:inherit;-webkit-font-smoothing:antialiased;font-size:18px;margin-top:20px;margin-bottom:20px;color:rgb(53,58,61);line-height:26.1px;">"Well, it seems I'm done here. You can scream all you want now, you're gonna die from blood loss anyways. One last thing..." she kicked her daughter's head. "This'll teach you not to try to not be the shit you are."

<p style="font-family:'SourceSansPro','HelveticaNeue',Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;-webkit-tap-highlight-color:transparent;box-sizing:inherit;-webkit-font-smoothing:antialiased;font-size:18px;margin-top:20px;margin-bottom:20px;color:rgb(53,58,61);line-height:26.1px;">She jumped off with no cares at all, it seemed as people started waking up. It was dawn already. When the ambulances started arriving it was already too late. The daughter was dead. <ac_metadata title="Mother&#039;s Love"> </ac_metadata>