My father assured me that vampires don’t exist. Of course, that didn’t make me feel any better since it was the only explanation I had for why he kept drinking my blood.
Category: Competition
Competition
Intruder
When I heard a man’s voice coming from the kitchen, I snuck down the stairs and bludgeoned him to death with a baseball bat. I probably should’ve done something less drastic, after all, it was his house.
Lavender
Her skin is so soft and smells like lavender. I wonder how many more times I can wear it before the smell of decay covers it up.
I love you
Sex never even crossed my mind, until two
hours and four beers later, you said I love you. Oh well.
Childhood
I ran carelessly through the green fields, wind playing hide and seek in my hair, and rain hop scotching down my nose and on to my awaiting tongue.
For I am a child again.
Dinnertime
I walked downstairs into my kitchen to make my dinner, but the pot was already boiling. I live alone.
Dinnertime
I walked downstairs into my kitchen to make my dinner, but the pot was already boiling. I live alone.
Sugar and Spice
The childhood poem “Sugar and spice and everything nice, that’s what little girls are made of” suddenly seemed so funny to her 6-year-old mind, as she stomped on his coloring book reciting the poem louder and louder.
“Snakes and snails and puppy dog tails” is more like it she giggled, enjoying the satisfaction of ruining the class bully’s precious art work.
Revenge
“Don’t shoot him,” I ordered the soldier who was about to squeeze the trigger on the hapless 10-year old son of the slain terrorist leader lying supine on the ground. Next moment, I felt the cold blade of the army knife the boy had snatched from its holster in my belt and driven in one fell swoop into my stomach and the triumphant glint in his little eyes with the hand holding the blood-dripping knife hanging loosely by his side.
Reflection
I go down stairs to get some water as I sit down on the couch and look into the blank tv screen I see a reflection of a little girl (I’m home alone).
Dark Mountain
As I approached the dark mountain the air became heavier, colder and more oppressive. The growing shadow spread its bitter fingers around my heart and then I realised that it was the shadow of my soul.
Fear
I heard something taping on the ball behind me. When I turn my head I saw a huge spider with his mouth open ready to eat me.
Who?
I stared into the mirror.
His face stared right back!
Asleep
An arm hugged me tight.
My sister was sleeping on the opposite end of the room.
The Truth Seeker
“David Harold Ashley, I’ve told you dozens of times thinking vulgar thoughts about girls is a sin and now I catch you masturbating in spite of knowing you’re headed straight for hell!!” After Mom ranted out and slammed the door of her thirteen-year-old’s room, he retied his bathrobe, turned on the computer and googled “atheism”.