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.
I Stay Late For No One
“I’m gonna need you to stay till 4:30 today,” the boss said as he walked out the door at 3:20. The man chuckled, went around the office setting every clock forward one hour and left five minutes later.
A Little Grilling
Pat turned the gas on and used one of those long lighters to light it. A huge fireball shot out from the grill enveloping his arm and setting him on fire.
fantasy football draft day murder part 1
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.
The Shot to Right Field
He’d been waiting all season for the outfield to fully commit to playing him deep. He saw his opportunity when the outfield took a few extra steps backwards so he adjusted his stance and got a hit towards right field that knocked everyone to the ground like a nuclear explosion and melted their faces off.
how I learned to stop worrying and trust the softball hit
“It needs to be used like a nuclear bomb,” Dirk said of the opposite field home run.
“Yes, because it will melt people’s skin right off their bones when I hit it right,” Kennard replied.
First Prize
Suzanne was proud to discover that she had won the pie-eating contest. She received her trophy, posed for a photo with the Mayor, and then promptly returned home and exploded.