His casket is closed, but there's nothing in it. Nothing of his. It's got my things in. I put in "His favorite shirt and jeans and sneakers he would have wanted to wear and his favorite mug he drank out of all the time" and my rings. My beautiful sapphire engagement ring, and my black diamond wedding ring. Sadness and death, going with him into the afterlife. How fitting. He hated the shirt, I'd never seen him wear it once. In fact, I'd only seen it when he pulled it out of the closet to show me how ugly it was. The jeans were impeccably outrageous, they were vibrant pink with lime green zipper details all over and holes on the butt where pockets would usually be. The trainers I picked up at a gas station a few years ago when he threw up on my shoes, they're far to big for me and I would have just gotten rid of them anyway. And the mug was black with a vibrant yellow handle and vibrant yellow text reading "unt" because, quite simply, he was a cunt.
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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!
