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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: September 09, 2012

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Submitted: September 09, 2012



an adversary, like aroaring lion who walks about seeking whom he may devour (1 Peter 5:8)

I've never been a follower of the bible. But I'm pretty sure this quote was inked in especially for little old me don't you think? I was sick to my stomach of all my bleeding, petrified of all my pain that I had collected like bottlecaps. There was nothing for me I was like Dumbo the circus elephant, stuck in the same cage all the time and forced to be entertaining. If you don't like something you better change it.


So I became the devil....


Cold.... stiff and ridgid like an a stake of ice hanging from underneath a roof. My eyes had turned to a solid bug-like black. Skin was a soft porcelin white..... I liked this new image.... I had no fangs but I drank the red fluid anyway. Did you know that you can swallow a pint of blood before you get sick? I found that out the hard way. Call me a sick piece of shit? No do you even know what a sick piece of shit is? Those arrogant bastards who think that the whole world is thiers a piece of cake they can swallow and those freaks who thnk that axing mummy and daddy to death because they won't let them on the Xbox is the right thing to do..... please leave the untarnished alone and punish the worthy. You're doing them a big favour in a way. Teaching them a lesson.


"Greedy fat cunt" I whisper tracing my cooks knife across her coarse lips she wasn't giving in yet. Her expression still had some potency in it but it was only a matter of time before the hourglass was empty.


"Pig!" She grunted at me, sweat beginning to creep down her temples "You fuckin pig!" I raise my eyebrows not phased by what she said I accept my insults they make me more creative. "Pig, pig, pig,pig" I call as if I want to summon the animal "Pig, pig, pig.... here piggy piggy piggy" I reach for a Pam's jam jar filled with slimey faded yellow fulid.... pig fat... I place a black bendy straw in the jar and extend it out to her "What the fuck are you on?"she demands I ignore.... "Open your mouth" I order..... she spits at me like a llama.... I've had enough I wipe the siliva away put the pig fat aside and go in for the kill. Grapping the knife I swipe the knife across her plump throat and let the blood gush she chocked and splattered like a sick dog before going limp and flopping back. My job is almost done I dumb the fat over her head giving the blood a sickly colour.... A lighter emerges from my pocket... I give it life and drop it....


I walk out singing Nine to five by Dolly Parton quietly a song that was played at every barbecue I attended

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