Rubbing its hands together, the killer moves closer to the victim’s body, “I tried to let you go.” “Oh, the rush of beating your head in with my hammer,” licking her blood from its fingers, causes tantalizing shivers through him.
“I didn’t mean to killer her. She wasn’t my prey,” the killer muses. “She burst into my game, uninvited. What was I supposed to do?” The killer paces around the crimson room, candle light flickers against the brick walls. Licking its lips, the killer steps closer to the lifeless woman, “You shouldn’t have come. You should have stayed away.”
Rubbing its hands together, the killer moves closer to the victim’s body, “I tried to let you go.” “Oh, the rush of beating your head in with my hammer,” licking her blood from its fingers, causes tantalizing shivers through him.
Sue Clayton
16/1/2021 02:56:05 am
This was intriguing. I'd like to read the longer story.
colleen m tice
16/1/2021 03:05:55 am
Thank you so very much! this was stepping out of my writing comfort zone. Maybe i could may a longer story out of it.
Sue Clayton
17/1/2021 02:03:39 am
Be uncomfortable, Colleen, and write that story.
colleen tice
19/1/2021 08:22:55 pm
thank you, i have cont. to work on it. I have another 600 + words towards it. :) Comments are closed.
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