Sound of Death

lacrimae rerum

I like to think of myself as a writer.


The knife cut through her throat like it was butter and her blood spilled all over my hands. It had a certain beauty really. I knew I couldn't stay long though, so I let the body drop and walked away.

I crawled back into my bed and fell asleep, knowing I had to wake up early the next day for work. Being a contract killer required keeping early hours. A morning person and a night owl at the same time.


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slapdashmonuments

slapdashmonuments

I hope there's more to this series. I note a typo of "he'd" for "had" and perhaps a superfluous "it" in the first sentence. Please keep the story going! :D

  • #1245 Posted 3 years ago
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  • 4 out of 5
ElshaHawk LoA

ElshaHawk LoA

Making killing mundane. Just no jokes about cereal killing..

  • #1247 Posted 3 years ago
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ethelthefrog

ethelthefrog

Gloriously gory.

  • #1255 Posted 3 years ago
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