The Axe-A Short Story

The axe swung through the air with all the strength he had. The blade was sharp, it had been sharpened only an hour earlier and it was eager to cut. He had fought earlier with his wife over something small, doesn’t matter what, it still pissed him off. He was mad enough to do something he might regret.

When a sharpened axe is swung at full force there is no stopping it. It will continue, ready to do its job. The axe continued down, sweat fell from his forehead and beaded on the now lowered axe handle.
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Feed-A Short Story

I woke up like any other day or at least I thought it was. Usually, I wake up in my bed not laying in the dirt in an alley. It was cloudy out and foggy and I had a headache. I needed to figure out what the hell was going on.

My name is ….actually I don’t remember,  I don’t remember anything other than snapshots of a bar last night. I was with a girl. Hanging out and she introduced me to a friend of hers. We were all talking and laughing and I remember he scratched me on my arm. That’s all I remember and I woke up here covered in dirt. The scratch on my arm looks more like an axe wound. Twelve inches of flesh opened up, now it’s red and greenish black. Obviously infected. No pain. That’s weird, right? read more