As I walk out into the cold of the night, my leg hairs stand on end and I regret not putting any trousers on. His sweater ends just above my knees, leaving most of my legs completely bare until my slip on shoes. They're white to match the hoodie, with golden jewels on to match my rings. Even in such a dire moment as this one, I'm still thinking of fashion. I'd thrown my hair up from a pony into a messy bun, and it was like having the loose hair out of my eyes made my thoughts clearer as well as my vision. My left hand feels heavy with the weight of the axe, but it's a good kind of heavy. I can swing my arm and throw the axe up into the air, catching it back by the handle after a couple of spins and doing it again. It's good fun. It feels good.
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Murder Machine - Short story (2200 words)
Mystery / ThrillerA young wife has had enough of her husband treating her like an obedient little machine he owns, so she takes her revenge. Meant to be read in one to two sittings, that's why the parts are so short!
