Till Our Fingers Decompose Novels & Stories

Together, hand in hand, we would walk happily into the rest of our lives. [The End.]

“Can you see my fingers?" At the sound of the word ‘fingers’, the vast whiteness began to slip away. Slowly it faded. I wanted to scream for it to come back, to take me with it, but I couldn't speak. My lips remained sealed as the bright light slowly metamorphosed into five human fingers swaying from side to side. After a few blinks, my near death experience, or at least that's what I thought it was, came to an end.

I'd shoved it into my coat pocket days ago. My hands shook so hard I could barely grip the fabric. Seconds stretched like years. Finally, my fingers brushed something small and smooth. I yanked it out, vision flickering. 'Almost there. Just get it in your mouth...' But my hands wouldn't stop trembling. The pill slipped, bounced once—then crunched under a jeweled stiletto. Gianna. She twisted her heel slow, deliberate, grinding until nothing was left but white dust. Then she pressed down—on my hand. Pain shot up my arm. I heard a tiny crack, but no sound came out.

Jake lay perfectly still, mentally urging it to descend to the places he longed for most. Every nerve ending in his body ignited with shivers of delight as the delicate fingers continued their exploration. Beneath the tender ministrations, Jake felt a surge of warmth radiating through him, urging him to savor each moment. The fingers moved with exquisite slowness, tracing a path down his body, leaving a trail of goosebumps that danced along his skin.

I should not be too forward " Is it going to hurt "oh God I could do this all day " No... I'm just gonna, um , like finger you once sorta " finger? I'm cool with it I sit on a chair and slowly part my leg. I've never been fingered allmy life but t here right now the person that i have always crushed on is going to finger me. Oh i raise the towel all up to my belly and spread my legs as wide as I can.

All she saw was a gray light exiting from her husband and going into Jenatrix’s stretched open mouth. Charles wanted to scream from the pain, but he couldn’t. He wanted to run. He could feel his internal organs shriveling away. Charles knew he was dying and there was nothing he could do about it. He could feel every part of his body drying out and shriveling away like a dead flower. Charles looked at his hand, which was still being held by Jenatrix. He watched as his hand decomposed at a rapid pace. His body was rotting. Every inch of his body gave off a dry skeletal appearance, as if he was being mummified in real-time.

Every touch seems to light me up inside until I’m burning. And then, eventually, we break apart. We breathe in silence. Sleep comes not long after that.

Keep the fire of our love and affection. Until death do us part. Until the end of time. Until our tiredness traverses this world.

We chorus, smiling. The End.

I've been anticipating it, and soon, I'll have her singing it to me, endlessly. "Do you understand the damage going on right now?" I zeroed my eyes on the needle, finding delight from how it pierced into the broken skin of his fourth finger, drawing blood. "I'm hurting your tendons and ligaments. Soon, you'll experience swelling and won't be able to move your fingers. Know what tendons and ligaments are?" I tilted my head to the side, staring into his face, but the fucker was too busy whimpering to pay any attention to my words.