Micro-Fiction 6


“Why did you guys break up?” 
“He worked as a pest exterminator.” 
“So?” 
“Well, he exterminated them by eating them. Raw. In front of me”
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I opened my eyes and saw a badly mutilated man. “I’m still asleep.” 
But a bloody hand tapped my arm. “This isn’t your bedroom,” he reminded.
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The silence was broken suddenly by the leaking faucet. I ignored it. 
Till I noticed the crimson liquid flowing down the sink.
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She shot. Twice, thrice. She was met only with maniacal laughter. He dissolved into the mist. Suddenly she felt her eyes being torn out.
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His mother banged on his bedroom door begging him to open it. He stayed under his blankets, trembling. 
He’d visited her grave today.
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Every now and then, I caught him staring at me curiously. Could he smell the blood on my breath? Was it the blood of someone he knew?
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Half-eaten corpses lay strewn, vultures hovering above. I shuddered. I would never enter another man’s mind again.
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She heard a thud on the terrace at night. In the morning, she went to check. There was nothing except a long trail of blood.
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It was a cheerless, sleepy town. But people never stopped talking about the time when he ate a lot of crushed glass to prove a point.
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When he left, he took a part of her with him. 
Her eyes – scooped them out and stored them in a jar, while she screamed, bound by chains.
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“I’m sorry,son” 
She wept as she plunged the needle into her 8th child’s heart, and went to prepare her husband’s dinner. He liked them fried.
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She screamed in pain. The baby was coming. After thirteen hours of suffering, twelve large snakes slithered out of her.
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Eventually, her skin began to peel, revealing decaying bone underneath. He still couldn’t stop making love to her corpse.
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I thought he owned a restaurant. But someone pointed out a dilapidated building with an old restaurant board. A slaughterhouse in disguise.
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He tricked her into believing he was a magician. In truth, he only wanted to chop her to pieces and claim the act had gone wrong.
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In the middle of a performance,he stopped singing abruptly. A moment later, metal shards began to cut through his throat from the inside
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I touched my pregnant belly. Suddenly,an arm shot out. Skeletal,covered in blood. The fingers began to tear at my skin as I stood frozen.
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Her hair trailed down and touched my right knee. Inexplicably, it went right through my skin. Blood oozed out, and turned greenish grey.
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“Please leave,” I begged. In reply, I heard laughter. In vain, I had tried talking to the Ouija board. I knew the murders would continue
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Meticulously, I put up a fence around the pit. Then I pushed his unconscious wife in, feeding her to the many snakes. He was mine alone.
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The ache in my head is getting unbearable. The noises are too loud. I should stop conducting séances. They refuse to leave afterwards!
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Tyres screeched in the driveway and I saw the car come crashing towards my fence. I ran out. There was no car, nor tyre tracks.
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“I won’t kill you,but I’d love to watch you die. Swallow this coin,” said the ghost I did. I choked. He laughed. He finally had a friend.
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The wolf, lonely and hungry, wandered the streets at night. The startled child watched it snarl. That was the last thing he remembered.
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Black balloons as a part of birthday decorations seemed out of place. Until they realized the birthday girl had died many years ago.
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As the blood flowed down the bathroom mirror, she washed her hands in the sink. The mirrors had the evidence she was trying to hide
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Layers and layers of make-up she used. Anything to hide that face that screamed she mated with the devil every night.
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“Save me,” he said to the apparition. Neptune briefly looked at the drowning man before plunging the trident into his heart.
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He fell, his glass eye shattered. Glass specks found their way to his brains, leaving him to bleed.
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A dark-winged angel walked through the burning battleground, looking at every corpse, trying to recognize the human she had loved.
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The wheel kept turning. If you look closely, you’d see a man sweating, crying, running without a break, so that the earth keeps rotating.
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