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I cleaned the blood off my hands with the McDonald's napkins and drove off into the night. Jonathan deserved it. He cheated on me, many times. He said he liked how I was crazy, so I finally showed him what crazy looks like. Now I’m gonna dump his pathetic body on the roadside (next to my last ex) and let Mother Nature do the rest of the work. I put on my playlist and smile like I won the lottery. God it feels good to be crazy. Morales and forgiveness bore me, I’d rather get the job done myself than depend on Karma. Plus, I get to have fun playing with organs and making funny faces with their mouth and eyes. I probably shouldn’t do that to my patients when I’m a doctor.
By Mara Sultan4 years ago in Horror
I Took The Vaccine, It's Changing Me
Look I'm not an anti vaccine or anything, I do my best to get my regular flu shots every year and with Covid slowing dying down a bit I figured it was the best to get into the new vaccine. There are multiple vaccines out now but all of them weren't ready for the general public. That's when I begun my search to see if there were any more producers out there for it.
By ChronoPasta4 years ago in Horror
Shadow Takes All
I'm a gambler, its an addiction to most but I consider that to be loser talk. Its only an issue if you lose, and I don't lose. Cards are my game. Blackjack and Texas Holdem. I've bested most of the local casinos here in Cripple Creek, CO. If you have ever been there then you know how small the community is. it's an old mining town that was turned into a small gamblers paradise.
By ChronoPasta4 years ago in Horror
Fathers Last Story
I was dying in the hospital when my dad came to see me for the last time. I had a rare heart defect, one in five hundred thousand, the doctor said, and it was slowly killing the organ that kept me alive. I had been completely unaware of the defect when I'd collapsed at work a few weeks ago. I had died three times on the way to the hospital, and when they finally got my heart started properly, I was immediately put on a donor list. The chances weren't good, but they were there. My doctor said I might last a month, but it would probably be more like a week or two. I lay in bed, weak as a kitten and unable to do much for fear it would damage my heart further. Dad had been coming to see me every day, reading to me and talking to me, and for that, I was thankful.
By Joshua Campbell5 years ago in Horror







