Prompt: They took his fries. He took their lives.
He say on a pile of bodies, each battered and broken. Each head twisted to an unnatural angle, his preferred method. There was much less of a mess this way.
"Can I ask why I have more bodies to dispose of?" I asked him dryly. He merely shrugged and continued to eat his fries. "This is the third time this week the police are going to notice eventually. "
I circled the pile of bodies slowly there was so much to consider when getting rid of bodies. Their size, weight, and how many. In this pile there appeared to be 5. The highest this week had been three.
"What did they do?" I asked in resignation.
He regarded me seriously. For a moment I feared that the answer would be nothing that he had simply decided they were not needed. That he had simply snapped.
"They took my fries."
"So you took their LIVES?"
"Exactly."
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All My Words
Historia CortaCollection of stories based off of prompts from Pinterest. And I have no idea where the prompts originated or I would give credit to the creators so sorry. Also some will be dark as a bit bloody but there will be warnings before those chapters.
