S T O R Y T H R E E:
Pressure. A pressure inside her head so strong she feared it might explode.
"Not now," she thought, looking down at her intertwined hand, the ring still unfamiliar on her finger.
"What's wrong, babe?" her fiance asked. She could barely respond coherently.
"I have a meeting with my boss. I forgot," she lied, breaking their interdigitated hands.
A quick spin on her heel, and she was running the opposite way down the road, yanking out the blade always stored in her boot.
"A quick kill," she promised herself as she prowled into the night, fully aware the pressure had won again.
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I know this is a weird one, but I have to say, I've always loved the morbid, and one of the most fascinating yet terrifying things to me are killers with relatively normal lives, so I present my third 100-word story!
Thank you to anyone who has supported these thus far—I have to say, I'm a bit shocked at how well these seem to be doing.
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100 Word Stories
Short StoryFlash Fiction ● A form of fiction that "communicates via caesuras and crevices. There is no asking more, no premise of comprehensiveness, because flash fiction is a form that privileges excision over agglomeration."
