Unnamed Story.

at first i thought the beginning was good, but i must say i am disappointed, you have talent,more than i will ever have, but rape isn't my cup of tea so unless she accepts then i probably won't continue reading, i will say again, you have talent, just that i am quite fervently against rape, so no hard feelings.

while i too think bad of rapists, i do believe its justified in the story because its not an improbable situation. and while she may have been forced the result is psychological scarring to the aggressor.

However, if the protagonist is able to act this way despite his age [14], it tells us a few things about him:

1) He is extremely frustrated with his relationship with the girl. As is stated, he has a massive crush on her, but she acts like he doesn't exist.
2) This rape was more about the protagonist trying to force himself into her life; he wanted so much to be noticed by her that he even misinterpreted her actions as acts of seduction. It was also about dominance; again, to prove to the girl he actually exists.
3) The fact that he swore using language that better fitted an adult also suggests that he is a very intelligent boy, which he is.

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ah.. Fail for the age, sorry.

It was a hot summer day without a cloud in the sky.

My mother was in the kitchen preparing lunch, chatting cheerfully to a friend she met while doing community service in a home for the elderly. I walked over to the window, hoping a mild breeze would cool my troubled head. It did not come.

Suddenly, the two women in the kitchen shrieked with laughter.

“Goddamnit. What are you, like seventeen-year-old girls? Give me a damn break here,” I muttered under my breath as I left the window and walked towards my room. Indeed, a short nap would do wonders on such a hot day like this.

As I reached the second floor and began to turn into the corridor, I noticed her in the living room, lying on the sofa. She seemed to be asleep.

“Shit,” I thought to myself, as the realization that there was no turning back sank in. “What have I done?”

Slowly, and with great care, I began to retract my penis from her, who reacted with a small, pained moan. I noticed the thin stains of her blood on my penis as well as her swollen genitals, and I was suddenly overcome with a desire to cry. I turned away from her and covered my face in my hands, too ashamed to even talk to her. The only sounds I was able to hear were the great thumping of my heart and her sporadic sobbing, and this continued for a while.

Eventually, the sound of a car returning on the driveway woke me to my senses, and I hurriedly turned around to try to fix up the situation. To my surprise, she had already dressed herself and was staring at me with a strange, unpleasant expression on her face, her eyes swollen from all the crying. My heart pummeled still further as I heard the final words she said before leaving the room: “Goodbye, Kyle. I won’t be seeing you again.”

Oh, the bitterness and hatred of those words! My world seemed to collapse around me as I got up and tried to compose myself to face the adults. I followed her down the stairs and noticed she was limping from the severe physical pain I had inflicted her. But I was suffering too; for I had been punished for my actions with a severe emotional pain I was not sure I would ever manage to recover from. With that, I saw her and her mother off from the driveway with my mother, and returned into the kitchen, feeling strangely lethargic.

That was the last time she ever spoke to me.

That night, I was not able to sleep. I sat on my bed, staring at the tiny bloodstain on my sheets she had left behind. I was ashamed and regretful for what I had done, as well as extremely worried that she might tell her mother what had happened. But the overarching feeling that gripped me that night was an overwhelming sadness to the point of despair, because I knew, then, that my chances with her were finished. I repeated her name over and over and traced my fingers along the outline of the bloodstain, as images of her sitting serenely by herself in the corner flowed through my mind.

“Sanae, oh Sanae, I’m so sorry.”

End of prologue.

Bonuz widescreen wallpaper for Unnamed Story :



Alia, Kyle, and Sanae...
I want to draw more for this story, but i can't stand for the other jobs and college. Ough.. >.<

Umm...Is the title really "Unnamed story"?