Silly Stories made from Writing Prompts

Genevieve (Prompt 5)

WARNING: This story includes violence and drinking. Even though it is in first person I have never done anything even remotely related to this, nor ever will. I feel like this warning is incomplete because I haven't warned you enough about all of the horrible things I have written. It starts out innocent and then turns very very very evil.

Write a 450 word story in the romance genre. It's about an architect and should include a very small television. Also use the sentence 'It was her!' 

I sat watching my favorite movie on my tiny television with my hopefully-soon-to-be girlfriend. I am an architect though, and she is a model. Things may never work out between us.

"Darlin' could you pass the red wine." Genevieve asked in her strong southern accent. I love the way my hopefully-soon-to-be girlfriend talks.

I sighed. "Of course Genie." I picked up the full bottle of wine and handed it to her. I looked into her scarlett eyes, the same color of the wine that she was now pouring into a cup. She smiled slightly, and handed me a glass of wine. I drank it quickly and she filled it up again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

I don't know how many drinks I had had at that point. A lot, I was guessing, because I was starting to not be able to think straight. "G- G- G- Genie I *hic* love *hic* you."

Her beautiful body started blurring. She handed me another glass. "Have another drink." I took it gratefully, and drank it in a few quick sips. I draped my hands over her shoulders and kissed her, because I wasn't thinking straight. She pulled away, "Angelo. I have something to tell you."

The door bursts open. "*hic* Hello Dennis!"

Dennis walks through the door. "My poor sweet brother, who got you drunk? Who gave you all this red wine?"

I pointed toward Genevieve, "Genie *hic* gave me some yummy red *hic* juice if that's what you're *hic* talking about."

"So it was her?"

I laugh hysterically, "It was her! It was her! It was her!"

"Angelo, I think you should lie down."

"But I'm having so much fun!" I start bouncing on the couch cushions and try to run over to Dennis but trip in the process "Oopsie Woopsie!" I scream. Then the world goes black, and then I regain my consciousness. "This is fun!" I pass out on the floor, unaware of what is happening around me.

When I wake up I see Genevieve laying on the floor next to me, a knife stabbed in her throat. "No! DENNIS!"

Dennis joins me in the room. "Yes dear brother?"

"You KILLED MY HOPEFULLY-SOON-TO-BE GIRLFRIEND!" I yell in rage.

"She was about to kill you!"

"AND HOW WOULD SHE DO THAT"

"SHE WAS GOING TO MAKE YOU DRINK TO MUCH WHICH WOULD MAKE YOU DIE!"

"WELL, IF GENIE IS GONE THEN I SHOULD BE GONE TOO!"

"Angelo, be reasonable."

I shake my head in defiance. "No Dennis, this must be done."

"There is no going back."

"I know. I have to avenge my sweet sweet Genie's death." I pulled the knife out of her throat and laughed, "Starting with you sickly brother. You were the one who killed the woman I loved. You always think since you're older you're more mature and better than me but you know what? I am better than you. I shall rule the world with evil and kill everyone!" I stabbed my brother and then went on to do bigger, better things. Like what I said I'd do. If you're reading this then...

YOUR NEXT. MEET MY KNIFE, GENEVIEVE. I named her after my almost girlfriend, whose death I am currently avenging at this very moment. See you on the other side. HA HA HA!

Author's Note: Just so you know this story is completely fictional and you totally are not next. I am very sorry for publishing this because it turned very very very very very evil in the end so yeah. I am not a phycopath killer. I haven't included an author's note in any of the stories in this book yet but I felt that this one needed one. Thank you.