A short sick story I wrote long ago and found on my HDD

[FulciLives]

I was looking up some old files I have (which have gone through at least 3 computers and from HDD to HDD as I have upgraded).

I found this short story I wrote.

Here it is:

Noise. Coming from far away. Sounds like traffic, must be morning. Damn, forgot to close the window again.

Smell. Strong. Must get the refrigerator fixed. Don't want to get caught like the others. Can't fix things without money though. How come none of them ever have any.

Light. Bright. Shit, forgot to close the blinds too. Hope no nosey types stopped to peek in, wouldn't want anyone to see anything. Didn't clean up last night, too much booze as usual.

Fuzzy. Clear. Thank God for glasses man. Ha, listen to me, praising God for something. ******* old geezer will have MY head when its time. Oh, well, can't win them all. Sheez, just look at this place. Hope I still have some of that industrial cleaner, so much blood. How did I get some on the ceiling? I amaze even myself sometimes. Ha, ha, ha, will ya look at that. Wonder what the hell I was thinking when I impaled her head on my bedpost. Such a pretty young thing. Better put it in the frig with the rest of her.

An hour passes.
Another hour passes.
The clock strikes twelve noon.
The deed is done.

He opens the front door.
As he picks up his newspaper, she walks by, saying hi.
He returns the salutation, "hello", must always be polite. Don't let anyone suspect.
She moved in yesterday. Pretty young thing. Hollywood will chew her up and spit her back out. Too pretty, too dumb. Just my type. Mustn't forget the number one rule though, don't kill 'em if you know 'em. Oh well, I'll find some at the carnival tonight. I always do.

THE END

I think I felt like this guy looks when I wrote it:



I think it is a good thing I got into a hobby that is all consuming. Yes I am talking about video stuff

- John "FulciLives" Coleman

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I like it. Serial killers though are into detail and love
symbolism. Your character seemed more detached
and aimless. Make him hungry; make him a slave
to some overwhelming urge. Thats what I would do.