I didn’t know I was a twin until I was sixteen.
It was the same day I was accused of murder.
Tag: murder
Murder and Consequence
A small smile played on his lips as he thought back to the moment he had taken her life and how it filled him with utter satisfaction to press his thumbs deep into her throat as she tried to cry out and how with each breath wasted on cries for help he would press his fingers tighter in a cold calculating squeeze until finally her body went lifeless filling him with the power of her death. His smile faded as he snapped out of his memories upon hearing the metal bars of his cage slide shut confining him for the rest of his natural life or until they decided if he was worthy of the needle.
Choices
Angels sing their welcome and a golden shaft of light appears as I stare at my killer standing over my body which is sprawled on the floor, blood spatter against the wall in a grotesque portrait. The light pulses allowing me to choose forgiveness or revenge.
Confrontation
After seventeen long days of a trial that had been postponed for two long and brutal years, she finally had her chance to ask the defendant one question that has been burned in her brain since the day she found his body.
“Who the hell gave you the right to play God with my father’s life?” she screamed, crying, as she swatted the taste clean out of the murderer’s mouth.
Dead Skunk
She sat on the side of the road, staring at the body, flattened and bloodied by her oversized SUV, wondering if she should call someone or just leave and try to get the smell of the creature off of her. She felt bad in a way, because after all, every creature has it’s redeeming qualities, but he had cheated on her with her own sister, so of course, he had to die.
Inexplicable
I caught his eye just before he jumped in front of the bus; he smiled knowingly and threw me his breifcase. Inside were divorce papers and a woman’s severed hand wearing a beautiful wedding ring.
Save the Best for Last
I asked my last remaining best friend to stay the night because there’s a murderer at large who’s already killed three of our best buddies.
“The killings would stop after this”, my best friend said consolingly just as I started violently convulsing after downing my bedtime milk, “You’re the last on the list after all.”
Coffee
I watched as all my colleagues in the conference room downed the coffee I made for them while waiting for the boss’s arrival. I hope they like the cyanide I added in there.
screams 2.0
I can still hear her screaming. I thought killing her would shut her up
screams 2.0
I can still hear her screaming. I thought killing her would shut her up
screams 2.0
I can still hear her screaming. I thought killing her would shut her up
screams
I can still hear her screaming. I thought killing her would work
screams
I can still hear her screaming. I thought killing her would work
screams
I can still hear her screaming. I thought killing her would work
screams
I can still hear her screaming. I thought killing her would work
screams
I can still hear her screaming. I thought killing her would work
screams
I can still hear her screaming. I thought killing her would work
screams
I can still hear her screaming. I thought killing her would work
screams
I can still hear her screaming. I thought killing her would work
Memento
I’m taking these pills, my doctor says they are great for memory problems. I can’t remember how many people I’ve killed these last 10 years.