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 …