Day 233 – Years End – Short Story

As the year comes to its closure, its last day, the final night, our worlds, also comes to its end. I’ve tried to tell anyone one who would listen, some who wouldn’t, although regardless of their standing, the answer was always the same, they don’t believe me.

So, I came here, online, to this forum, hoping to find someone, anyone who would listen to my story, to understand, and, to spend the last few moments of this world, on the same plain of existence, on the same level of thought, as me. Well, that’s how I planned it all to work, how I thought I was going to start this message. I know, I know, I’m not making sense, but I don’t mean to, I mean that as honestly as I can, because, for you to understand, at first you mustn’t, damn it, all I really want to do is tell you why tonight, you’re all going to die.

Day 233 – Bang – Whispered Words

Counting down,

towards the end,

all my friends,

they’re all my hell,

writhing and wriggling,

twisting and turning,

braking me,

making me,

into something,

something new,

and as the clock strikes,

and our time is up,

you split in two,

as I slice my blade,

I bathe in you,

my special one,

but now were done,

and you’re nothing but food,

for the ground,

you’ll waste away,

while I ‘ll still be here,

hunting another morsel for my next game.

Day 232 – Palm Her – Short Story

“You’re lying!” He says through clenched teeth, a spray of saliva shoots out with each word.

“Why Devon? What benefit would I get from lying? Evey word I have said, is the truth.”

“B-B-But why?”

“Because, you needed to know what was really going on, you need to know who the true killer was, instead of thinking what she wanted you to believe,” he says, the smile on his face growing wider, as Devon stares tragically towards the floor.

“B-B-But, if that’s true, then, she, she was the, she was…”

“She was the one who killed Harry?” He says, smugly. “It’s true, she did, gutted him like a lamb to the slaughter, and then, pinned it on me, because, well, I deserved it, and normally I would take it, another notch on my belt is nothing now, not with those who had fallen before me. But Harry, he was not worthy of my blade or my belt, she saw an opportunity and took it, to remove a problem for her life and to save you the horror of knowing what they were up to behind your back. It’s poetic really, but, near sighted, she never realised you wanted me alive, not on a slab, where I would be forever silent.”

“Why are you telling me all this? What do you hope to accomplish? You’ll still go to the chair,” he says, giving him a spiteful look of anger, mixed with curiosity.

“I don’t care for the chair, IO earned my place in hell, as did your wife, do what you feel you have to do, send me where I am ready to go, but, deal with her, for your code calls it to be done, do it or I will lay her sins bare for the world to see.”

Devon looks to the ground again, his eyes darting around in his head, then, grips the handle on his revolver tightly and pulls it from its holster, and raises it towards him nervously, sweat runs down his brow, stinging his eyes.

“Really Devon? How will you explain this? Killing an unarmed man, it’s not in you, you don’t have it, even for her,” he smiles broadly, and begins to laugh, then he hears the click, as the hammer snaps into place, igniting the chamber, and his smile softens, his eyes grow wide, as he reliases, maybe, his plan was not going to go his way.



Day 232 – H Plus C – Whispered Words

Added that in,

at the last moment,

think it worked better,

than it did before,

you seem sort of curious,

you seem unaware,

that I’ve been watching you for sometime,

waiting for you to see me there,

I’ve waved,

I’ve screamed,

I slapped you in the face,

but for some reason you don’t see me,

for some reason you don’t care,

but that’s going to change,

soon you will see,

so I’ll wait,

while you lie there,

in that pool of blood,

slowly dying,

like I did back then,

when you pulled out in front of me and caused me to crash,


you might not remember,

but soon,

you won’t be able to forget.

Day 231 – Choices – Short Story

We all make them, sometimes, we make the wrong ones, other times, it’s right. But, really, who is to say what you chose was wrong, is it the way society makes you interpret what you did, or is it something bigger? Is it the base morals you’re given when you are a child that turn what you do as an adult into right and wrongs?

I really don’t know, all I do know is some people might see my choices as mistakes, a path I started down that was fraught with disaster after disaster, a journey that turned me into something unworthy of drawing breath, and so on. But, for me the choices were clear, precise, and at all times, right for me.

Where do I start? How do I tell you my story and why should you listen, why you should consider that maybe, I, in my own way, have been correct in all the choices I’ve made, that society, the haunted, dark bitch she is, who labeled me a worm, a disgusting villainous being, is in fact, the villain, the cruel and unjust mother-fucker who casts her judgment like a porn star sprays his jizz, all over life’s arse hole.

I’ll tell you about the first, because, I think, it’s important, it’s detrimental to my story, it in a way shaped who I am today, and why, I keep doing what I do.

Don’t start thinking you know me, before I start, I’m no wanna be superhero, no gung-ho nut case taking down criminals, upholding liberty and everyone’s right to be given a chance. I’m not any of those things, my first kill, the one I keep revisiting over and over in my head while I masturbate, was Wendy Hilton, she lived next door to me as I was growing up, she was, when we were younger, a trusted friend, and, the first girl who touched my cock.

But, as the years went on, and we grew older, Wendy matured, became popular with all the boys, and I, fell to the way side. Now, it wasn’t jealousy that made me do it, once again, don’t jump the gun, don’t try to presume what I did, I did because I wanted her attention, and she wasn’t a slut, so take that off the list as well.

It was September, or sometime around September, it could’ve been October, but really it  doesn’t matter when it was, all you need to know is that I’d come home to visit the folks, they were old, and always complained I never visited. So, I arranged time off work and planned to stay for a week, maybe more.

Wendy, who I found out, had married local fuck face Steve Gall, I mean Steve Gall, seriously, any one but Steve FUCKING Gall, and they were staying with her parents, because Steve had recently lost his job and Wendy had to take up a position at the local Macca’s to support both of them. I heard them arguing the first night I was there, and then, the same thing happened the second, then the third, fourth and fifth, I swear, every night, they argued, smashed shit, then, either Steve would storm out, or they would fuck. I saw them on the fifth night, going at it, and Steve saw me, the dirty fucker smiled, so, I smiled back, then he started really giving it to her, I guess knowing someone was watching turned him on.

A few hours later, I was outside having a smoke, and he called out to me from the other side of the fence, we started having one of those awkward conversation, you know, those ones that are buffers for the real one. It took a while for him to finally get around to what he wanted to talk about, and, well I was a bit surprised, seemed he really liked to the idea of someone watching, so much so that he was still horny, and was hoping, maybe, I could watch him take Wendy again, but this time, he was hoping I’d play with myself as well, so he knew I was enjoying it to.

I told him to fuck off, that he was a fucking weirdo, and there was no way I was doing anything like that, he smiled, nodded his head, and told me it’s my loss, but he was still going to bang her again tonight, so, if I wanted a repeat, I knew where to look.

I could see the disappointment in his face fifteen minutes later, as he stuffed his semi-hard cock into Wendy, overeager to burn the wick at both ends, annoyed that I wasn’t watching, but, what he didn’t know was I was, not from across the yard, like before. This time I’d quietly made my way into their house, and was in the same room as them both, watching as he thrust her face into the pillow as he pounded his cock in to her, that’s when I struck, and drove the axe into the back of his head, then, while she was still unaware, bashed Wendy’s in as well.

So, that’s it, that’s how it all started, and now, for reasons unknown to myself, that’s what I do, so, don’t judge me, don’t look down on me, what I do is because, somewhere, deep inside, I kinda like it.


Day 230 – Joyce – Short Story