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The Other Side
Write a story about "The Other Side" using the lines "death is not parting us"/"I will always be here with you" Get creative! I would love to see some stories that aren't romances! tysm love yall
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PolarBears

Every year, Once a year

Tick...Tick...Tick

Every year, once a year, he comes back. He sits across from me in that same shiny leather chair with one leg atop of the other and a gastly smirk on his crooked face. And every year, once a year, I sit with his old pipe in my hand that i used to gouge his eye out that night and smoke from it while staring him down.

"Still as vile as ever i see." He said picking up his whiskey glass and pouring himself another drink.

"If i'm so vile why do you return to me every year?" I ask a small smile gracing my lips.

"Once a year doll, and to remind you of what you did to your dear.old.husband." He spat the last words out of his mouth as if they left venom on his tongue.

"Husband? You mean ex husband, till death do we part but it seems one of us got there before the oth-" Before the final word could finish leaving my mouth he grabbed me by my arm and pulled me close staring into my eyes with his one.

"Death...is not parting us doll, I will always be here with you. Every year, Once a year and you WILL remember me." He stated his grip on my arm tightened around me and no matter how hard I tried i couldn't hide the giant smirk that was crawling across my face. As soon as he noticed i leaned in and whispered-

"Yes dear, YOU will always be here. I'm selling the house but keeping the pipe so you can beat up on some other poor bastards wife," and pushed him back. He lost his footing and fell back in his chair looking up at me eye filled with mallice however, shrinking backwards in his chair as i walked towards him and cupped his face.

"it's time for you to go, doll" I said with a condescending smirk as the clock struck 12 and the bell in the grand clock my late husband loved so much rung out filling the house with beautiful vibrations. I closed my eyes letting the sound embrace me and the sound of what may have been a scream declaring vengance barely reached my ears before it was gone. And I satisfied with my work picked up the unfinshed glass of whiskey and sat in front of my fireplace enjoying a quiet night with my favorite pipe.