Original Stories

“How do you picture the last ten minutes of your life?”

A short tale. Two girls. A strong bond. A tragic accident.

“After all those years, a time that seemed as long as a life time, she had finally come back to her home town. The memories had haunted them while awake and asleep, together with the feeling of having been wronged in the worst of ways. For that reason she was back now, as a grown woman. The time to get her revenge and to sate the restlessness of her soul had come.”

This a peculiar piece of writing I wrote in a moment when my inspiration had fine a bit crazy. It may appear as a total nonsense, but in my opinion it has a meaning, even if it's not a fixed one and it changes depending on the reader. I'd really like to hear your interpretation. A warning: try not to reason around it too logically, you'll just end up getting even more confused. There are a few references to Freud's theory on the Ego, Id and Superego, but you don't really need to be familiar with it.