“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.
I had always imagined blazing hot flames, whips and chains, and one hundred tons of pure, physical pain. But if I had known that hell was going to consist of watching over and over again the thing I did to you… well, this is far worse than the punishment I had imagined – and there’s no way to go back.
“You an advocate of slow torture?” Carol asked her son when she saw what was sitting in the refrigerator. “Next time you wanna play murderer why don’t you just get it over quick – stick the ice cream in the oven and blast the heat.”
I took little satisfaction in watching the convicted murderer trail behind the guards as they led him away in handcuffs after being charged guilty and sentenced to life in prison, as there was nothing that could comfort the tragedy of my husband’s death, and there was nothing that could take away that painful familiarity in the monster’s eyes. I remember when he first blinked open those shiny little marble eyes to me and the world and my husband had looked at him real proud the way fathers do when they first realize their baby’s potential – a quarterback for the Eagles, a wealthy doctor or lawyer, the President; the possibilities were infinitely immense! – but alas, what had happened to this baby I had cradled in my arms thirty-five long years ago?
Claire sobbed hysterically while she watched Tom’s gruesome demise.
The chainsaw ceased its whirl, Tom became still, and shortly thereafter the police arrived.
Tom’s body went limp and he collapsed onto the floor on top of his spinning chainsaw.
A torrent of blood gushed from his form while he was painfully cut in half by the movement of his own weapon.
Tom blinked rapidly with a cough as blood dripped from his face before he raised the chainsaw in his hand and ran across the room in Claire’s direction with a loud roar.
Claire sidestepped Tom’s clumsy advance and she fell to the floor behind him before she raised her blade and rammed the edge of the weapon deep into the center of his spine.
Claire dropped her bag and held up her weapon for both Tom and Jill to see. She rushed to Jill and hacked away at the screaming young woman with the razor sharp edge of her shiny brand new machete.
The Baroness sighed, washing her hands in the opalescent ivory wash basin. “Now look what you’ve done, gone and made me get my hands all dirty, there’s a naughty pet,” she said, as red streaked on the white.
John and Suzie were the last surviving heirs to their father’s fortune. At dinner John poisoned Suzie who poisoned John.
Last night he caught her with another man. This morning he’s watering a new garden.