They’ll never find the bodies. And I certainly won’t be hungry for a while.
Tag: murder
Mirror Words
Finally, hours later, when I was able to touch the soft white skin of her beautiful cheek, I felt dead eyes searching me with questions. I had loved her completely but found myself holding her lifeless body by the neck wondering who had written the words on the mirror.
No Doubt
Mum screamed, “if in doubt, kill them!”. I killed her this morning, there was no doubt.
Petty literary crimes
Gloved hands tightened around his windpipe and red darkness flooded his vision. Then came the whisper, warm against his ear, “there was no need to give my stories only one star.”
Hard Target
They gave me the wrong package when I left the cleaners.
I only realized after I’d opened it up to find my picture and a hit sheet with my name and home address.
on stage
I offered her the mushroom soup as I did each night at the same time (apart from Sundays) and she ate it with great satisfaction before slumping to the floor. The crowd called out “encore”.
Sniper
Sometimes I go to the roof if my building with a sniper rifle and target people. That’s enough for me . . . for now.