I offered her the mushroom soup as I did each night at the same time (apart from Sundays) and she ate it with great satisfaction before slumping to the floor. The crowd called out “encore”.
Sometimes I go to the roof if my building with a sniper rifle and target people. That’s enough for me . . . for now.
Pieces of her ended up in the fridge. Inside the freezer, her lifeless eyes stare coldly at her heart— blaming it for her shortcomings.
It was Jim’s idea to hill her. It was me what had to do it, though.
For her final act, Maria pulls a rabbit out of her hat. The rabbit explodes—killing everyone in the venue.
She stroked her fingers though his hair and stared lovingly into his eyes before letting out a short, light sigh and falling asleep. He pulled the knife out, wiped it, and left.
Introverted Ida happily poured acid in her ears.
Helpfully, Bob learned to sign.
She sat in the corner of the coffee shop, hands tightly wrapped around a hot, skinny latte. She wondered how long it would take them to find his body.
No seriously, this isn’t a story. Your not living through the night.
The basement was full of killers: Andy with his customized spiked brass knuckles; Victor gripping his trust machete; Evan cradling his whipping chain; Sam gripping a duo of rusty butcher knives; Pat with his bear mace in hand. My God, Denny thought as he descended into the basement, this is the day our fantasy football threats come nightmarishly true.
“What happened to the construction workers?” she asked. “They were decapitated by the barber’s scissors,” he replied.
I suppose what shocked me was the matter-of-fact way she said, “Why can’t men be who they really are when courting a woman, instead of surprising her with their true selves once married?
I mean really, darling,” she added, setting the teacup down and turning to stare out the window, “It’s getting awfully tiring disposing of the bodies, and I’m simply running out of garden.”
When I spoke enviously of Josephine’s long lashes, rosy cheeks and soft curves, the corners of my Samael’s lips lifted, and he let out a low, menacing laugh that sent an erotic chill down my spine. He withdrew his blade and spoke in a hauntingly satisfied murmur to its blood-stained tip: “My love, all skeletons look the same.”
Two cannibals fought. The loser was eliminated.
Terri almost dropped her iPod on the floor when she woke up on the train after missing her stop and when she looked around the compartment, the only person she saw was a skinny man in a dark suit who was sitting in a seat across from her waving.
Terri would have waved back but the man was covered in blood and his severed head was resting in his lap.
I saw Keith everywhere the next day, he was on trees, fences and his head was somehow on top of an electric pole, then because the neighbors love me they presented his penis to my father, but dad didn’t show it to me.
That was just the first boy in my life, they all died about like that and I’m an Urban Legend, thats known to be followed by spirits and murder.
When she was good she was looking past her drunken mother, but after her dad died, she just became herself and that was bad. The bad girl stabbed the man-boy and her mother she did strangle the air all out of!
She got the knife in her own room as she danced to the Rolling Stones and didn’t see it coming, ha, ha, ha! That was my start of a life of crime, and boy does it pay, more than any other girl I know: ha, ha, double ha.
She was the first person I ever loved; she was also the first person I ever killed. Just because someone is everything you want and need, doesn’t mean they’re not susceptible to the twisted things you do for your own sick pleasures.
I’m free; what have I done?
This dichotomous thought occurred to the knife-wielding man as he stood over his newly murdered wife’s corpse, wondering what he should do next.