This is just a little thing a little thing i made some days ago, i don't think it even qualifies as short story... But anyway, i submit it to your conscience and hope you enjoy it in some way, and/or provide insightful criticism.

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"Do you know just how soothing your voice is? Just saying “give me your hand” with the softness of silk, I stop feeling pain, the two little emanating stings in the back of my hand disappear from my mind. As soon as I surrender to the touch of your intelligent hands, I fall to the pleasure of heaven.

Looking at your pretty face while you look for some bandages, I get to really notice just how majestic you are, so high, and so beautiful. As you turn around leaving me in the chair, I steal a slight breath from your copper hair, and my whole soul fills with the joy of spring.

It saddens me a little knowing that maybe you don’t notice what this actually means to me, but your hidden smile when you apply me the more irritating or painful medicines betray you at revealing your naughty nature, and besides… Besides, even in the doubtful case that you don’t know the real pleasure this gives me, that gives it an unique feeling; My little secret, something that leaves me in an unique position. In this case, only I know that the true beauty of all this is not in ceasing to feel pain (I even enjoy it in a certain way) nor it is only in being able to be close to your delightful soul, but on the fact that I can let myself descent to the darkness, to the pain and the perverse, and after a while of running around the anguish, I can lay sitting in a corner of my darkness and there will be you, beautiful, magnificent and made of light, healing me and nursing me, not because you feel you should, but because that is the natural inclination of your spirit, and then, besides being able to share with you, I am more healthy, more clean and more pure than I was before, the wound as a catharsis, simply calling towards the flesh the inner darkness to beg a merciful soul to help it, and when that soul comes, you always look so beautiful…

So, a cautious time later, I make sure nobody notices when I put my hand in the stapler, and smiling with the memory of your sweet and firm voice, with the memory of your formidable figure, I punch the stapler."

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I wonder if i could (or should) expand it ... So... What do you think of the mini-story?

I like it.

I think it's good as a self contained mini-story, more details might get in the way if you know what i mean.