The Scissoring Novels & Stories

He yanked his hand back again, and in the struggle, and chaotic push and pull fueled by fear on both sides, the scissors slipped. Or maybe my hand slipped. I don't know. All I felt was a sudden heat, a sharp sting exploding across my palm. And then blood gushed out too fast, It dripped down my wrist, splattered onto the floor, trailed across Nico’s arm. For a moment, everything stopped. Nico froze. His eyes widened and his breath hitched. He stared at the blood like it didn’t make sense, and it was not real. And then something terrifying happened. His face crumpled, his breathing quickened. I saw his chest rise and fall in shallow, desperate gasps, the scissors flew to the floor.

The scissors glowed with a cold light, like they came from hell. "No!" I thrashed wildly, but the guards pinned me dead to the ground. Lyra stepped forward, a malicious glint hiding behind her teary eyes. "Too late." She opened the Golden Scissors and mercilessly snipped at the invisible thread of destiny connecting Cassius and me. The moment the blades closed, a wave of soul-tearing agony hit me. It felt as if my very essence was being sliced apart. Every cut of the scissors brought an excruciating, unbearable pain that made me scream.

He didn’t say a word as he reached over and grabbed a pair of scissors from the top of the drawer. The doctor must have forgotten it. I stared at him, my heart beat quickening as I wondered what he wanted to do with it. I felt fear at the tip of my tongue and just when I wanted to say something he moved back over me, settling between my knees, and lifted the scissors to the thin strap of my nightgown. “Let me see you,” he whispered, as if sensing my fear, and with one slow squeeze of his fingers, Snip. The first cut was careful, right down the center.

I picked up the scissors slowly. My gaze drifted to her neck again where the necklace lay. And just beneath it…I could see obvious fresh faint red marks. My fingers tightened slightly around the handle, the blade gleaming under the light. And for a moment… Just a moment… I wondered how easily these scissors would slice through her skin.

after saying that the boy leaves. Carol was alone in silence. Again immersed in memories that permeate the mind, body and soul. The Pained heart was able to reflect Carol's expression being so miserable. Her face fell down on both of her hands that leaned firmly grasping the safety fence at chest level. Once again a strong wind blew bringing the fallen leaves flying soaring then spinning slowly before falling to touch the ground.

More adrenaline making my heart race faster as I stretched farther, my fingers finally reached the only hope I had left. My fingers touching the scissors, I immediately take them into my hands. Making sure the scissors didn't slip off from my sweaty palms as his hands kept on touching my thigh, I wasted no fucking time anymore. Holding unto the scissors tightly, I swinged my hands up and watch as his damn eyes immediately shifted to my hand. His eyes finally realizing what I was going to do, but at last the bastard was too late and the mad woman in me had already arose yet again. "What the fu..." Cutting his words halfway, I made sure the scissors landed right on his thigh.

My eyes drift up to his bound wrists, and I raise the scissors towards them. His whole body begins vibrating with panicked anticipation as I open the scissors around his smallest finger. Staring into his eyes, I flash him my fangs, and snap the scissors shut, cutting the finger clean off just below the knuckle. His muffled screams of agony fill the room as blood pours from his hand. “Might as well make it even,” I mutter to myself, and he doesn’t even notice me moving the scissors to his other hand. I go slowly this time, making him really feel it, squeezing the scissors around the same finger on his left hand.

It was in an open circle in front of a huge tree trunk that was covered in vines shaped like hands reaching out hungrily toward them. Scar tried not to look around at the faces of the goblins gathered there, instead keeping her head high and staring straight ahead. She refused to give them the satisfaction of seeing her fear or her sadness. The gentle morning breeze carried the scent of flowers, and she breathed it in, trying to keep her heart from running out of her chest.

Scar locked the door turning to Cindy who was a crying mess on the floor,her dress rumpled,tears ruining her face,which is now streaked with mascara. “Let me go this minute” She ordered her voice shaking. “Yes I will,it's all in your hands,let's try this” Scar said softly, turning on the tap she watched the bathtub fill up slowly. She grabbed Cindy by the hair again, pushing her head in the water. Cindy thrashed uselessly,it was fruitless Scar's grip was firm. “Let's play a game,rules very simple,I ask you a question,you tell me the truth I let you go,if you don't you learn to breathe under water”

I could feel his member pushing on my thigh through the jeans. He lifted me up slightly removing my shirt. His eyes widened as he saw the scar covering from my shoulder to the bottom of my ribs. I had forgotten about it in the moment. I could sense his anger rolling off him as he focused on the imperfections of my body. He leaned in and kissed me passionately. I felt his bare chest press against mine as my body gushed, soaking my panties. A deep groan came from his chest as if he knew exactly what he was doing to me.