She was smiling when she woke this morning. Why?
Category: Competition
Competition
Shock
Kelly was my girlfriend at the time and she tried to shock me one day by showing me that she had shaved her head. I just laughed because I knew I had a far better shock waiting for her in my backyard where I kept the dead bodies of all the people I had murdered.
Isabella’s Basil
He’d been a quiet sort during their marriage, and he was still a quiet sort now she supposed, as she plucked the leaves and popped them on top of the tomato and mozzarella. In a way, they were closer than they’d ever been – and lets face it, he was delicious – her husband, her Basil.
Somwhere in April
Four months ago, I remembered he just rang on my mobile and said that I have to forget her and forgive him for was being trying by force me to do so, then sudden warm tear drop came from somewhere in my eyes and went down through my cheeks, felt my heart almost stop there, and kind of butterfly effects in side my stomach. Deeply I went blank, which felt to me that whole world was deteriorating on top of my head and still don’t know why he did that to me but he seems to be very happy and moving on nowadays.
Long Day Ahead
The autumn morning was crisp, as fresh as the river water Jim could see from his porch as he sipped his coffee and watched the sun rise. He sighed then, upset by the contrast between the beauty of the world and the ugliness of what he had to do in it that day.
The Fire Rises
Batman was broken, physically and mentally broken. Gotham City, his city was broken too under the reign of terror of a madman named Bane. Part of his conscious demanded that he get out there, get healthy and take the city back; another part of him just wanted to give up and escape, right now he wasn’t sure which way he would go.
How Dare You
The seemingly innocuous comment was the last straw for Charles. On the outside he appeared calm, but in his mind he had killed everyone in the room three times.
Survivor(s)
The only man to survive the meteor strike walked towards his home and through the open gate. He didn’t stop to think that he always closed it when he left.
To Like a Boy
I want a tummy-ful of giddy, a box of boozed butterflies. Or just one; I’m not greedy: One wing, one spark.
OCD Torture
When he left the office, his desk was clean, free of clutter, almost pristine. Three days later his coworkers had managed to pile it high with files, random junk and their own personal belongings.
The Coffee Shop
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.
The Rescue
The red headed woman working at the animal shelter hated all the stupid humans who left without an animal; how dare they not adopt one of the cuties. She noted their addresses and later that night murdered them in their sleep.
The Newspaper Man
All of his customers thought he was a perfectly normal guy selling daily newspapers and magazines at the underground subway shop. Little did they know he laced every page with poison and was slowly killing them all.
“Oh, I’m afraid the deflector shield will be quite operational when your friends arrive…”
Luke Skywalker heard Emperor Palpatine promise to murder his friends and felt the dark side boiling inside of him. Giving in to the darkness he activated his lightsaber, chopped the Emperor’ s and Darth Vader’s heads off and hit the Death Star’ self destruct button; sending them all to hell.
The Harvest
Everyone in town knew it was wrong, but it was very important that this years harvest go well, for them and the whole country depending on their crops. The town leaders tied the virgin down to the altar and lit the fire pit.
Your Dead to Me Denny
No seriously, this isn’t a story. Your not living through the night.
The Coward of the County
The James Gang had plagued the locals with crime and misery for over two decades, but the coward decided enough was enough. Ole Yellow locked himself in the bar with the three James boys and gave them everything they deserved.
“What kind of man do you want to be?”
Pat remembered his father explaining that when life gets you down, when someone makes you angry, or when you get thrown a curveball that it’s better to laugh it off as opposed to getting mad and acting like you’re going to kill someone. Pat threw an internal switch and decided that in fact, it was better to get angry and kill someone, specifically his friend Denny.
It Ends Tonight
The tension, hatred, and rage had been building for 6,115 days, that’s how long the friends had known each other. Pat picked up the knife and looked at his friend knowing one way or another, it ends tonight.
fantasy football draft day murder part 2
The basement on draft day was a powder keg of long-held resentments and well-placed barbs made painful and stale over time; hatred was everywhere, so thick you could slice it up and eat it straight out of the air. The battle royale started like the most vengeful game of dominoes you’ve ever played: Pat sprayed his bear mace into Evan’s eyes, screaming almost unintelligibly about last year’s Fred Jackson trade, and Evan — even blind — wrapped his chain around Pat’s neck, yanked him to the ground, and pounced atop his rival with all the rage of all the years.