Lynda Rose
Stories (5/0)
Doctor David
I have an appointment tonight. Things need to be done. Things need to be sold, paid off. I lick my lips and walk over to my ‘kitchen’ and wash off my blade. The smell of blood seeps into my clothes and nose. I dry it with a white cloth and take off all of my ‘infected’ clothes. I walk out of my infirmary, into my ventilation system and take a brisk shower. Scrubbing everything with dish soap, and making sure to get every inch of my body cleansed. I dry off, and put on new clothing.
By Lynda Rose3 years ago in Horror
A new Superhero Story - Part 1
The city dark and full of dusk. Light post’s broken down, sparkling. They have certainly seen better days. The streets cluttered with trash and hopelessness. A gas station lit up at night, being robbed. The caretaker’s inside, shivering in fear of a man, dressed in a strawberry suit holding a gun to his head. His costume bright red and a little worn. On his head sat a red hat with green leaves sprouting from the top, his face covered in red makeup, and his legs covered with black pants. He is fully dedicated to his act. The strawberry man says to him: “Hands up! This is a strobbery!!”. The caretaker getting the key and unlocking the cash register, a young man in a green shirt and blonde hair tackles the strawberry. “GAH!” they both go. The strawberry, not understanding what just happend, drops the gun and looks around, but only sees the floor. Suddenly his arms are pulled behind his head and he begins to kick and move as much as possible. The blonde holding him down with all his might, the previously shaken up caretaker now holding a shotgun to them both. Without much thought, the blonde young man lets go and the strawberry makes a dash for it. BANG the shotgun went and missed him.
By Lynda Rose3 years ago in Criminal
The Skinner
I swing my hatchet and it cuts his shoulder, blood gushes out as he falls in pain, screams so loud to almost deafen you. “You deserve this.” I pull my hatchet upward and it releases his body. He breathes faster and faster. Blood gushes out of his body. His blue plaid shirt now soaked in red. I take hold of his foot and begin to drag him back to the cabin. He struggles, but gives up after a minute. He knows he won’t win this. I tighten my grip on him and keep pulling.
By Lynda Rose3 years ago in Horror