Short Stories Collection

Whatever You Decide to do, Make Sure it Makes You Happy

"Whatever you decide to do, make sure it makes you happy Honey," My wife called from the other room. "You wouldn't want to end up with a job you hate."

"Yeah, thanks," I replied.

I had been job hunting for around a month now, as I got laid off around a month and a half ago. As I have yet to be successful, I'm guessing not a lot of people want to hire a failed doctor. It was starting to get hard on my wife, who worked as a lawyer and had to come home every night to crying one-year-old twins. I have yet to understand how she calms them down.

I grabbed my jacket and walked out of the door, heading to the car. Once I started things up and got situated, I started the ten-minute commute to the interview.

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"Guess what, sweetie, I got the job!" I exclaimed, smiling and embracing my wife. I, for once, had gotten home after her. "Isn't this great news?" My smile widened as I looked at Crissy's face. So smooth, pale silky skin. Her eyes always shone so very bright, bright and green. I moved my hand to my pocket, wanting to show her something. I stepped away from her and untangled myself from her.

"Yes, that's great news baby!" She smiled as well, congratulating me.

"Crissy, I want to show you something too." I pulled the object from my back pocket. I hid it in my sleeve. "Come closer a bit, will you? I just want another hug."

She came closer to me, her arms outstretched. Poor darling. I plunged the object into her chest, twisting it so it went deeper into her lovely bossom. Her smile wavered and hot, sticky blood  ran down her chest and stomach. She choked, then coughed, and blood sputtered from her mouth and stained her pearls of teeth.

"I apologize sweetie, but my new job needs this to happen."

I made my way to the children, keeping the knife in my wife's body as she slumped to the ground, lifeless. I pulled out fishing wire from my other pocket and wrapped it around Issie's neck, pulling and tightening it until blood spurted. I then did the same to Nix.

"I love you all, but I needed a job and this job just so happens to perfectly suit my needs. I was tired of having to go through such pains to kill people. Now, I can do it all day, every day with a large pay. I do hope you can forgive me." I reached for my phone on the counter and dialed my boss's number. When he answered, I told him the great news.

"Whatever you decide to do, make sure it makes you happy," I repeated my wife's words in my head. Oh yes, this made me very happy indeed.