How It Feels to Kill
The girl’s small voice asked, “What does it feel like to kill?” The man flashed her a smile, all white teeth. They reminded her of a predator. The flashy grin…
Changing Classes
The air in the classroom was stale and hot. Two dozen students were on their phones- texting or checking Facebook. Few were actually talking. None were paying…
A Letter To New Scotland Yard
Commissioner, As you can see by the grisly photographs that accompany this letter, I am a killer, and a skilled one at that. There are a few missing, my…
Human Waste
There were always good pickings around the truck stop - bins stuffed with slimy sausages, cold chips doused in thick grease and clots of sauce. Even when some…
Of Umbrellas, Spiders, and Dark Times
“I’m going to catch the Spider, James.” Elizabeth called from our bedroom. She was referring to the city’s most used means of transportation, one that the…
Home is Where the Hearts Are
Pausing at the front door I rested my hand on the heart-shaped door knob. Much of this was my fault. If I hadn’t left, I could have prevented the house’s…
American Psycho in 10 words
Patrick Bateman cleanses, moisturises, tones, rapes, kills, hallucinates et cetera.
Evil (The true Confessions Of Rosemary West)
My name is Rosemary West. “Rosemary, heaven restores you in life” Fred would say after burying a body. I usually ignored the statement, as I was not sure if it…