A Simple Plan Of Mice And Treasures – KILLtober Short Story

Scolfield holds the jewel encrusted skull up to the light and sucks in a stuttered breath before allowing himself to smile. “I-I-Is, is it his?” Roberto asks, as two lock eyes he knows the answer before its spoken and begins to laugh hysterically. “HOLY SHIT!” He yells spinning around in a circle like Julie Andrews …

What You Wish For May Not Be What You Want – KILLtober Short Story

“Does it hurt?” She asks sheepishly, trying to mask her smile behind a mixture of hands and hair. “What do you think?” He replies coldly. “I don’t know, it depends what drugs they’ve got you on.” “They haven’t gone me on anything, apparently my records say I’m allergic to almost everything that would numb the …

To Kill That Which Made You – KILLtober Short Story

The blade slices into Jeremy’s stomach and rips upwards, tearing him apart. Lucas clenches his teeth together, thrusting out of verecourao breath as he is bathed in Jeremy’s blood. He twists his upper half quickly as Roxanne charges towards him. Like a casino dealer the tiny blades spring from his hands, permanently stalling her attack. …

When A Small Town Goes To War With Itself – KILLtober Short Story

“From the moment that son-of-a-bitch set foot in this town, he’s brought nothing but trouble. It’s vita that we choose the only foreseeable choice, not a choice for ourselves, but a choice for the very existence of the town itself!” Wendy proclaims loudly as she jumps to her feet, the small crowd cheer in agreement, …