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.

Comments (3 so far!)

Average reader rating 4.00/5



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 7 years ago
  • 0
  • 4 out of 5
ElshaHawk LoA

ElshaHawk LoA

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

  • #1247 Posted 7 years ago
  • 0


Gloriously gory.

  • #1255 Posted 7 years ago
  • 0

Inspired by (sequel to):

Her laughter broke the silence. Nervously she looked around, probably hoping no one had heard. She …

Out For a Walk

This story's tags are

  • Published 7 years ago.
  • Story viewed 24 times and rated 1 times.

All stories on Ficlatté are licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 License. What does this mean?