Misery

"You killed them?" He asked, his eyes widening.
          
          "Everyone's a killer if you push them far enough, Dear." She squished the meat in her hands, forming a patty. "I'm making burgers for dinner,"
          
          "Did you go to the store? There's no meat in the freezer,"
          
          She stopped, a tear gliding down her cheek. "Don't go in the garage,"
          
          He rushed to the door down the hall, pushing it open. He retched as soon as the smell hit him, blood everywhere, the bodies cut open and limbs decorating the floor. "Oh my God,"
          
          "I told you don't go in the garage,"

Hiii just wanted to pop here and say I really love your story
          
          And yes chortle is a hilarious word
          
          

I was going to write, but then I got kindle unlimited for my phone, and it might've been a grave mistake because I'm fully committed to staying up all night and reading horror books.

"You're a monster from hell," They sneered, eyes angry and lips curled into a snarl.
          
          She only smiled, head tilted to the right, an emotion in her eyes that they couldn't read. And then she spoke, a voice so gentle, the English accent reaching their ears. "Darling, I know that."

I just read a Bucky x Reader fic and it broke my fucking heart. Like phsycial fucking pain. Tears. There were tears. I went through so many emotions and my poor pillow has been abused and turned deaf from my screaming.

You ever forget to write an ENTIRE FUCKING SCENE before you publish your chapter? There's just a giant fucking gap. Give me ten minutes, then you get your chapter

I literally cannot write. My computer decided to just fucking break on the back and so now I can't close it or even put it on my bed to write.
          
          And you may be asking yourselves two questions.
          
          1) why can't you write? The answer: I have to sit in the middle of my bed (ocd reasons) and my laptop sits on my nightstand now. I can't reach the keyboard which sucks because I'm in the middle of writing a million things.
          
          2) why don't you use your phone? The answer: because I rely purely on autocorrect when typing with my phone. I can't type for shit on a phone because I don't actually look at the keyboard, just the text as it's being typed. I don't feel like proofreading and seeing eight thousand mistakes.
          
          So yeah

Would Billy Russo say "y'all?" I doubt it but could you imagine him walking into Frank's house and he just goes "hey y'all" and Robin just loses her shit and Frank says in a very accusing tone "what did you do to him?" And she says "I bet him he couldn't talk like a southernern for a day" and Billy says there's 2k relying on this thing and he's not going down without a fight.
          
          I see no flaw in this. There is no flaw. Show me the flaw. You can't 'cause there isn't one.

Chapter Fourteen is finished, I'm just waiting on my friend to say whether something I wrote is crossing a line or not. I can't tell, but she usually can. I don't know where lines are and I don't know how to not cross them.
          
          Right now, she's out of town, so it may be a few days before the chapter's published :D

I'm writing this oneshot for Mr. Russo and it's taking my soul to write this. It's probably going to be about 10k words. So be prepared