Stories tagged “kill”
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It Hatched
It looked like a fruit bat had mated with an iguana. The flat face, bumpy skin and long barbed tail were only the background for the huge wings, pointy teeth, and large obsidion eyes. “I think it’s cute!” Mallory gushed. She ran towar...
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Jesus is coming, look busy....
“He’s coming,” said the voice. “Who?” I asked. “Jesus is coming,” said the voice. I chuckled. I should look busy, then? I laughed. That bumper sticker is awesome. “He can’t come back until your father lets him,” said the voice. “Y...
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Citrus Fruits Kill!
HNN’s scientific fields corespondent, Dr. Albenhoff, has conducted a long straineous project to find the affects of citrus fruit on peoples health. Over one-hundred people were fed citrus fruit, from age 2 to 60, and observed over hundred and twe...
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Citrus Fruits Kill! (Page 2)
This could be an odd side affect of citrus fruits resulting in the eaters horrible, horrible death. Here’s is a list of things to do and check off if you’ve been eating citrus fruit. *Burn the fruit. Burn it all. Don’t breath the smok...
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Strained Conversation
I was silent for a while, absentmindedly scratching at the wood of the table as he stared at me. “Hello,” he said. At length, I muttered, “Hello.” Words are hard to find when speaking to a man who’s devoted his entire life...
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Triskadekaphobia
It was everywhere. This was the last straw. No more would this idiotic figure be present in the human race! No more! I would obliterate it! It would no longer haunt me on every single street! It would no longer be a presence in my life, or anyone’...
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You Made Me
“I never wanted to kill you.” (Yes, this is a challenge entry. Get off my back.)
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goodbyes are meant for lonely people
She looks at him with new, puzzled eyes. Her eyebrows form a confused expression..Why is he here? He glances at her sleeves, red stains forever to remain… his hand placed on teh phone, carrying her in the other, he gently sets her down on her bed...
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Began with Arguments
They were arguing again. About what? Whatever they could think of. Money, support, but mostly they were arguing about each other. One night the man returned home from a long day at work, expecting his wife to have made a huge dinner for him, just to hi...
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The Schlub and The Descent
Some people look at the depravity and atrocities of war and say, indignantly and piously, this is why we should not have war. Yeah, right. As if you could wave a wand and say there is no more war. Wherever there is want, fear, envy, lust, and all those...
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Unnoticed
“We better get the hell out of here,” Shawn said, nervously looking around. Matt said nothing as he followed to the truck. They drove back to the house in silence. As expected, the party was still booming. Just as Matt was about to open the...
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Yugos and Repentence
The explosives were essentially harmless—glorified flash-bangs and nothing more. Their purpose was not the killshot, not the tearing at the throat but the baying at the moon, the bark. As Peter makes a tire-squealing course through the city I spr...
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Lead Foot
Foot falls again, and The car speeds up. Cold, dark night. I see his blurred outline On this highway horizon. I sense his fear. He runs faster, but He is no match for me. Outsmarted again. Fumble for my tool, The one I mean to use. Cold, black, and mer...
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Love Me Dead
Found in my notebook from a time when Emily and I were dating and not living together. I still love you, Em. Always will. It’s called insomnia. I get it every night. I want to close my eyes an fall asleep, but I can’t stop thinking about yo...
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Holiday Greetings
I picked up the next Christmas card, smiling at my wife, who was always seated just so on our plastic covered sofa when we opened our Christmas cards on Christmas Eve. The card came in a red envelope with my first name, Roger, in the middle, capital le...
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Would it Kill You?
Would it kill you… to say those three words to me, to tell me I’m beautiful, to tell me you can’t live without me? Would it kill you… to make an effort, to try harder, because you said you will? Would it kill you… to write...
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Purpose.
Short as a forearm or long as a man. Smooth, shiny, black, rusted, wavy or warped. Straight or curved, edged or serrated. Some are easier to wield, some more effective in battle. But a sword is a weapon, always. The reason it was made means nothing, no...
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Sniper
It’s strange. You see it when you’re watching TV, you do it when your playing video games and even through six months of boot camp and basic training I never really wondered what it would be like to actually kill someone. Now, as I’m ...
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'Till Death
Darren never heard the sound of the shot as it rang out from the cold pistol held in his wife’s trembling hands. He never heard the sound of the shell dropping swiftly to the tile floor. He never heard the sound of his own body thudding to the gr...
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To Kill A Liar
She orders a vodka tonic instead and sifts through the weight of his words. She catches his bottom lip quiver slightly and she fixes her stare on him with a confident slant in her eyes. “I don’t believe you’ve ever harmed a fly.”...
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HELL
Suddenly, a clawed hand impales his shoulder and gouges out a hunk of flesh. James hollers for help, writhing in painful agony. No answer. Growls surround him like guttural hatred, gurgling, emanating from the blood-slick throats of demons. They approa...
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Reverse. (1/2)
Her last breath. Her eyes open as a stream of red flows into a her in her heart. “Why?” she asks to a man not listening before her limp body rises to a standing position. A gasp escapes her lips as a bullet flies from her heart in a brillia...
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Reverse. (2/2)
“You killed him, you heartless bastard!” she lets out. More of a cry, less of a yell. She stops running and sees him over the body, crowbar in hand. She sprints backwards out of the building as he pulls back swings of the crowbar. The dents...
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It's Only Just Begun
I picked at the sea foam green scales now appearing on my forearm. Immortality is only one unsuspecting imbecile away. If only she could show up faster. Even through the layers of concrete and brick my heightened senses could pick up her little lady-li...
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Can He?
His hand tremmbled as he aimed the gun. He didn’t know if he could do it. He had spent his entire life searching for the leader, and now he had found him. Actually he found her. It was this morning that Mason found out her identity. Only now he w...