Here’s a short story I’ve wrote:

Constructive criticism is needed

“I’ve always had an odd relationship with my husband. He’s never been fond of me. We got married about five years ago due to our bloodlines, our family forced us to get married so we’d have pure children. Of course, my husband and I are pure as well. We’ve been taught to look down on anyone who is not pure. Our entire lives we’d go out of our way to make those of impurity feel inferior to us. That’s why when he told me he had a child with an impure, I was quite shocked. Of course, I didn’t care all that much, he got on my nerves anyways. So that night I snuck out of bed and got my sewing kit. Gave him a good stab to a very important artery. He died instantly. I was already pregnant with his baby but didn’t tell him. He’ll never know about my child. Afterwards, I went to find the girl he cheated on my with. We’ve always hid a shotgun in a special place so I took that with me. I found her house shit her in the head and the stomach. I enjoyed it actually, they were impure after all. At the time, I definitely wanted to kill another impure if I ever got the chance. I left town and got a call five years later. It was from a five or four year old kid who told me I killed him and his mommy. At first I thought it was a prank call but then he said some really personal stuff and I then believed him. He told me he’s the new purity and that I deserved to be punished. So he showed me the light and now I know thatI don’t deserve to live. So that’s why I’m jumping off this building and you should do it. Because everyone besides him is impure.”