Halloween Anticipation (a 100 word story)

Francis sharpened his knife for like the twelfth time.  Tomorrow would be Halloween, and it would finally be his time.  It had taken him weeks of sacrifice to be ready.  His guests wouldn’t be expecting what he was planning.

Suddenly goosebumps caused his arm hairs to stand at attention.  He used the knife to trim them.  Yeah, it was sharp enough.  It would part flesh with ease.  He couldn’t wait to carve his way into infamy.

Francis put another brisket into the smoker and wondered if cutting into that would feel the same as…  Well, he would see tomorrow night.

 

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Scared (an acrostic poem)

Slipping behind the unsuspecting teenagers

Catching them totally flatfooted

As I swing my ax in a gleeful arc

Red blood squirting everywhere

Even blinding me for a moment.  I panic and wipe it away

Damn, that was a frightening moment for me.

 

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Undead (an acrostic poem)

Until I had breathed my last I had never thought about my mortality

Now those last few moments I wondered a lot about it through the pain

Death, as I found out, can be a tricky subject now

Even as I felt my heartbeat that last time I knew something was wrong

All I wanted to do was move for a light, or into space, or anywhere else than this body

Damned that I get to be a walking corpse for the rest of eternity.  Kill me now!

Framed In (a 150 word story)

Framing the new wall in his basement, Marcus was finally content with its positioning.  It wasn’t his best work, but because of the urgency to get it done, he was happy with it.

He would have been even happier if Dave hadn’t messed up the old wall, making Marcus do this fix.  If the man could have just controlled himself.  But no, he had to keep one-upping Marcus.  Marcus had warned him there would be consequences, but Dave didn’t care and kept pushing.  Now he was gone and left Marcus to fix the problem.

Marcus picked up the first piece of drywall.  He tried to wedge it into place, but Dave’s fingers were in the way.  “Who knew dead bodies would be so uncooperative.”  He chopped off the offending digits, hung the drywall, and chucked the fingers behind it.  Good thing he had drained the body.

“Rest in pieces.”

 

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