Scratch Pad

By Ramona Sapphire

How would you react if you lost your scratch pad that was returned by a stranger with this entry?

Just last week, lying next to me was a dead woman whose throat Id just slashed. I was callously lingering in a pool of her blood. Whores are undeserving; theyre as worthless as my mother was. She too was a whore whod bequeathed me with twelve bad-ass siblings with different baby daddies. I had to vie for every morsel of affection and attention. She eventually abandoned all of us, and I fell into the throes of remorse and depression, all alone in that gloomy castle-like orphanage. All the siblings were separated. And it wasnt until recently that Id come in contact with one of them. Hed found me through the Internet, and Id just arrived in London a week ago to reunite with him. Consequently, it is a stretch for me to share anythingparticularly my heart. I laid there beside this young creature of about twenty-five years my junior, examining the gash in her throat Id so skillfully crafted like a surgeon. Id slashed it slowly and deeply as she yelped for mercy and drew her last breath. The sex was lewd and brutal; Id taken my sweet time. Earlier, I had punched her in her face, disfiguring her gravely. She howled in agony and terror. When she attempted to escape, I snatched her by her amber-streaked tresses as she squirmed and resisted me. An ample tract of weave dislodged from her scalp. Incensed, I tossed her roughly on the bed and proceeded to brutalize her as she begged for mercy that merely fell on my deaf, deranged ears. She was mine, all mine, as I diminished her to an empty shell of herself. I was determined to avenge my mother through my victims tortured soul (Unknown).

Scratch Pad, a mini-thriller short story, is a roller-coaster of twists, turns, and surprises.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Oct 26, 2016
• ISBN: 9781524641320

Ramona Sapphire

Ameedah Mawalin, whose aliases are Ramona Sapphire and Bodi, was born and raised in Chicago’s multi-cultural Hyde Park neighborhood. She enjoys writing short stories and novels on assorted topics based on experience, research, and, overall, imagination. She admits she’s a bit eccentric and quirky. Many of her stories comprise an element of inspiration and are outrageous, raunchy, mysterious, bizarre, insightful, or even simple, to say the least. Recently added to her repertoire of genres is spoof and cringe humor. Her fiction writing journey began in the early nineties. Additionally, Ameedah has been a spoken-word artist and performer since 1996 and dishes out a mean cup of coffee to her audiences upon popular demand. This signature piece is entitled Midnight Brew. She has written, performed, and sold several volumes of poetry since 1996. Ameedah can be found on Twitter, Tumblr, Facebook, and other online media. Her website is www.sapphirewithpassion.com.

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Published by AuthorHouse 09/22/2016

ISBN: 978-1-5246-4133-7 (sc)

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Contents

Author’s Note

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Author’s Note

Thanks so much for selecting my publication for your reading pleasure. I enjoy writing stories on assorted topics based on experience and overall -- imagination. I’ll admit I’m a bit eccentric and quirky. Many of my stories may comprise an element of inspiration, are outrageous, raunchy, mysterious, bizarre, insightful, or even simple, to say the least.

A very special thanks to those who believed in me, inspired, pushed, and supported me, and appreciated my own distinct style of story-telling rather comparing me to others.

Very special thanks to the well-meaning critics that compelled the necessary expedient changes. Your expertise has been far-reaching and helpful, for which I am eternally grateful.

Foremost, are my thanks to God via the gift of breath and hence the wit, imagination, strength, and courage to inspire others and to keep dreaming and pushing.

Prologue

UNKNOWN: "Just last week, lying next to me was a dead woman whose throat I’d just slashed. I was callously lingering in a pool of her blood. Whores are undeserving; they’re as worthless as my mother was. She too was a whore who’d bequeath me with twelve bad-ass siblings with different baby daddies. I had to vie for every morsel of affection and attention. She eventually abandoned all of us and I fell into the throes of remorse and depression all alone in that gloomy castle-like orphanage. All the siblings were separated. And it wasn’t until recently that I’d come in contact with one of them. He’d found me through the Internet and I’d just arrived in London a week ago to reunite with him. Consequently, it is a stretch for me to share anything—particularly my heart. I