Category: Thursday Threads

Well, Hell

“You kept him in the basement for a week. And?”

“He never talked. He didn’t even clear his throat.”

“You didn’t feed him, did you?”

“No.”

“Water him?”

“No.”

A pause.

“Is his body still in the basement?”

“He’s still in the basement, but he’s not dead.”

“What do you mean he’s not dead? You said he’s had no fluids.”

Another pause.

“I’m thinking maybe he’s not human.”

“Not human. I’m thinking maybe you’ve spent too long in the basement yourself.”

“No, you’ve got to listen to me. He never went to the bathroom, either.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean not even on day one. I never offered to take him, he never asked to go, and he never wet himself. He just sat there, tied to a chair, not talking, not moving, not eating, not drinking, not pissing, and not dying.”

Another pause. A longer one.

“So what do you suggest?”

“We need a different approach for something that’s not human.”

“Which is?”

“Lock him up and ditch the key.”

“In that case, why not just kill him?”

“I tried. I know I didn’t have permission, but it I couldn’t reach you.”

“You tried.”

“Stabbing. Shooting. Smothering. Strangling.”

A hesitation.

“Go on.”

“Sunlight. Silver. A bible. Holy water. Other things I found on the internet. I got a little desperate.”

“And he’s still alive.”

“Yep.”

A nod.

“Lock him up. Bring me the key. Hope to the gods he never gets out.”

Submitted for Thursday Threads, 283 – Weird, Wild, and Wicked.
Required Phrase: “And he never talked.”
Placed: First – View Here

I Chose Poorly

The door to the one-room cabin slammed open, A man’s voice boomed, “Annie!”

Annie jolted up and pushed me out of bed. I bit back a curse when my breast scraped the uneven hardwood. The man strode to the bed and sat on the edge. I sucked in as the mattress sagged dangerously under his weight.

“You wearing anything under that sheet?” His voice dropped a pitch.

“What do you think?” Annie asked.

He chuckled and swung his feet up onto the bed. Annie shrieked, and as the mattress smashed me into the floor, I did, too.

“What the hell?” The man roared, jumped off the bed, and wrenched me out. “Why is there a naked woman under our bed?”

She sat up, bare to the waist. “Because I was screwing her.”

Ummm…

“Another one? Don’t you ever learn?”

I gaped at Annie. “Another what now?”

She waved me off, and my stomach trembled.

“I’m not letting you get rid of this one,” she said.

Get rid of…

“No?” His pulled a wicked knife.

Annie pulled a gun from behind the headboard, and shot him point-blank in the face.

I screamed.

“Shush!”

“But you just killed a man.”

“Yes. I just killed a man. I’m tired of him offing my pets. Pack your things.”

“Pets…?” Oh God. “But you said…”

“I loved you? That’s what you say when you screw someone. Now pack.”

I looked into her mad eyes, then down at the dead man. I packed my things.

Submitted for Thursday Threads, Week 169: The Weird, the Wild, and the Wicked.
Required Phrase: “I just killed a man.”
Placed: Honorable Mention

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Poker Night

Donnie tossed his dreads behind his shoulder and flopped into the cafe’s patio chair. I threw a stack of bills on the table. “There you go, D. Now we’re square.”

He grinned. “So, you won big at Jenn’s poker game? I expected it to devolve into a screaming match.”

“Oh, it did.” I closed my notebook and twisted my greying hair into a bun. “Followed by some shoving. Then Jenn grabbed Steph and planted a brutal kiss on her. Next thing, Steph’s ripping Jen’s clothes off and throwing her down on the table.”

“Holy hell.”

“Indeed.” I sipped at my coffee. “Money and poker chips flew everywhere. Except, of course, for the bits that stuck to Jen’s ass.”

“So,” Donnie waved the money at me. “Did you steal this from the pot and dash?”

“Ha! No. We all just sat there and watched. I mean, no one expects live porn at a poker game.”

“You watched the *whole* thing?”

“Well, it *was* a quickie.” I shrugged and turned my face to the sun. “And I was in for big money.”

“So what did Jenn and Steph say?”

“Mostly grunting, ‘Oh God’, and ‘Yesyesyes!’”

“No, dumbass.” Donnie backhanded my shoulder, and I laughed. “After.”

“Absolutely nothing. Picked the poker chips, cards, and money off Jen’s backside and threw their clothes back on.”

“And just kept playing.”

“Yep. Those bills you’re waving around could be covered in Jen’s sex sweat.” I flashed him a smile. “Consider it interest on the debt.”

Submitted for Thursday Threads, Week 145: The Weird, the Wild, and the Wicked.
Required Phrase: “just sat there and watched”
Placed: First!

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