She is perfect,
her hair, smile,
bounce.
Two o'clock,
lunch, alone,
Martelli's,
except Wednesday,
Burger King.
Home by eight,
except weekends.
Lives alone.
Perfect.
Now, to put
on the sling.
"Hello..."
"Hi"
"oops, excuse me,
I am so clumsy with
this arm of mine."
"It's alright...
here, let me help..
there you go."
"Thanks"
"No problem,
I'm Jennie,
by the way."
"Hello Jennie,
I'm Ted."
"Nice to meet you,
Ted."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
That was too easy.
She fell right into
my hands.
Sluts, they are all
sluts, waiting to
be taken.
Silly little fool.
She didn't even fight.
Next time, I'll look
for a fighter.
I need more of a
challenge.
Author notes
Working...on this...viewpoint of Ted Bundy serial killer in
1970's.....choose girls who all had long brown straight hair,parted down the middle. He would use various ruses...slings, crutches etc. to make them feel sorry for him...
then take them home and srangle them.
Option 1
Write in the persona of a well known, or fictional killer. For real examples you can check out www.skcentral.com and of course, murderers in fiction - even groups of killers; I just want you to put yourself in their shoes. Become the killer. Why do you kill? How does it feel to kill? What will you gain from your murders?
A contest entry
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Bronze trophy winner
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Comments
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I found this very raw and sharp and I loved that. It was simple, they met and simply she was now his, an object of desire then death. Very beautifully expressed. I love Ted Bundy (well as in reading up on him, hate the guy himself obviously).
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