One Soul

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I felt the metallic taste of blood in my mouth. There was pain. The blood on my dress spread. A sense of floating above my body. That was when I saw her. 

My murderer. The other half of my soul. My twin sister. 

There wouldn't be any hurt or mistrust again. For neither of us. 

This post is written for Day 29 of the Ultimate Blog Challenge for July 2014 and NaBloPoMo. 

P.S. It is a 55 Fiction. An attempt in telling a story in just 55 words. 

Child of Sin

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He was a child of sin. They called him a bastard. His childhood was a blur of different men and his mother's drinking binges. When he was ten, his neighbors called him a thief. And when he turned twenty, he was caught for shoplifting. By thirty, he was in prison awaiting his trial for murder.

P.S. This is my first attempt in writing 55 Fiction, a try at telling a story in just 55 words.  

This post is written for Day 23 of the Ultimate Blog Challenge for July 2014 and NaBloPoMo.