By Elle Kennedy
I sipped my whiskey at the bar. It’d been a hard day; at least that’s what I told myself in an attempt to feel less guilt.
The craving washed over me. I knew no matter how hard I tried, I would give in tonight. It was then that he approached me.
He should leave, but they never do. Intoxicated we depart: I drive.
Safely in the car, I thrust the needle into his neck. He’d be out cold any second.
They say it’s hard to take a life, but I can’t seem to stop. He’ll be number six. Am I addicted?
Whoa! Didn’t see that coming! 🙂
Interesting walk on the dark side. Well told, well written.
Yikes. A frightening and excellent story.
Keep in mind that 23 pairs of normal chromosomes made Jack The Ripper, and Mother Teresa; why?
Wow what a surprise to find out she’s a serial killer, not an alcoholic or someone about to “give in” to sexual desire.
Seriously cool.