When The Pride Hurts More Than The Injury – KILLtober Short Story

He pulls himself from the water and collapses breathless onto the muddy bank, his side throbbing. He glances quickly down and pulls his eyes away even quicker. Three ribs stick out through his flesh, blood gushes from within leaving him in agony and the perpetual fear of his oncoming death. He forces his hand into …

And In The Darkness Comes Your Answer – KILLtober Short Story

“Are you all suck here? Are any of you able to leave here?” Steward asks, only to receive silence as his answer. “Is anyone still with us?” Sophie asks towards the darkness around them, the rem pod explodes with colours and a high pitched noise quickly followed by everyone’s ghost meter pros lighting up and …

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, …

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