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August Drabble Challenge: MURDER!
Tell me a story using good, solid prose in exactly 100 words. This month, tie it in to MURDER. Not necessarily the act itself, but that'll be fine, too; use your imagination. I want a super short story somehow related to doin' murder. No need to tag me, I'll read all the entries in September and select a winner.
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August Drabble Challenge: MURDER!
Tell me a story using good, solid prose in exactly 100 words. This month, tie it in to MURDER. Not necessarily the act itself, but that'll be fine, too; use your imagination. I want a super short story somehow related to doin' murder. No need to tag me, I'll read all the entries in September and select a winner.
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MeeJong
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Murder She Wore

It would be crass, and more than a little stupid, to get a tattoo. But she couldn’t stymie the desire to brandish a badge of honor.

Her ear adorned with bullet earrings was a talking piece. It was hard to hide the great pride she felt knowing it was more than unique flair. Instead, or also, it was a testament to her sharpshooting.

She didn’t really feel like a murderer, if they even feel a universal way. She just felt like a girl with a talent, and a love of guns. Nothing was ever premeditated. Except the new bullet earring.

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August Drabble Challenge: MURDER!
Tell me a story using good, solid prose in exactly 100 words. This month, tie it in to MURDER. Not necessarily the act itself, but that'll be fine, too; use your imagination. I want a super short story somehow related to doin' murder. No need to tag me, I'll read all the entries in September and select a winner.
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Huckleberry_Hoo
104 reads

Victim Shame

You leach away at the end; your strength, your blood, your dreams. They pool messily; sticky and warm as with timely spurts their muddle blooms around you. There is time to feel that, and room for it, what with the dulling of the pain.

Despair accompanies the ascending darkness, wafting acrid torches espoused with sickly-sweet odors. Who knew how shivering cold that despair could be? Or how malodorous it’s kippering as a final, unexpected, physical sense?

He is thievery, Murder, leaving moneys, keys and cards, but taking the only thing one ever owns, or wants… and you are his shame.

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August Drabble Challenge: MURDER!
Tell me a story using good, solid prose in exactly 100 words. This month, tie it in to MURDER. Not necessarily the act itself, but that'll be fine, too; use your imagination. I want a super short story somehow related to doin' murder. No need to tag me, I'll read all the entries in September and select a winner.
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Best of: TheWolfeDen
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TheWolfeDen

Transport

"Hey Lucy!"

"Jesus, man. I told you not to call me that."

"Hey. Don't use my name in vain. Got a new batch for ya. Bundy, Dahmer, Gacy, Ramirez aaaaand some guy named Shipman. "

"New? They've been dead a while. Figured they ended up in Purg somehow."

"Sentencing took longer than expected. Got set back by some political conflicts and a few unrelated massacres. Finally sorted through the war lords so the Big Guy had this lot expedited. Here's a list of their sins."

"Oh. Wow. Yeah, okay. Send them to Holmes. Crazy bastard's gonna have a field day."

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August Drabble Challenge: MURDER!
Tell me a story using good, solid prose in exactly 100 words. This month, tie it in to MURDER. Not necessarily the act itself, but that'll be fine, too; use your imagination. I want a super short story somehow related to doin' murder. No need to tag me, I'll read all the entries in September and select a winner.
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thePearl
78 reads

Hungry

Chalk lines washed away easily enough, but bloodstains didn’t. She dipped the brush back into her bucket of water. It stained a lovely pink to match sore knuckles. She furiously worked the brush until the floor was lathered in frothy red. It was almost beautiful in the late afternoon light… almost, well, no–not almost: definitely a bit seductive. Fuck it. She frantically pried up her loose floorboard and plucked out the knife with blood still crusted around the handle. Lovely. She stood, hungry for more than the mere memory of blood on her hands. The mess would wait. She couldn’t.

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August Drabble Challenge: MURDER!
Tell me a story using good, solid prose in exactly 100 words. This month, tie it in to MURDER. Not necessarily the act itself, but that'll be fine, too; use your imagination. I want a super short story somehow related to doin' murder. No need to tag me, I'll read all the entries in September and select a winner.
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LilEnigma
59 reads

The Bluff

Everyone loses their virginity at some point, right? Luckily, there’s no one at King’s Bluff tonight. Blankets and such in the trunk. Some wine to set the mood. Your tummy dances, anticipating the magical moment.

“Gimme your keys and wallet! Now, idiot!”

What a sucker. Of course this “innocent angel” didn’t want you. Nonetheless, never bring a knife to a gunfight.

Mmm. Her lips taste deceptively pure. The sting of betrayal fades as her body goes limp in your arms. It’s magical, the moment the eyes go blank.

She was almost what you wanted—and you were exactly what she deserved.

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August Drabble Challenge: MURDER!
Tell me a story using good, solid prose in exactly 100 words. This month, tie it in to MURDER. Not necessarily the act itself, but that'll be fine, too; use your imagination. I want a super short story somehow related to doin' murder. No need to tag me, I'll read all the entries in September and select a winner.
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dctezcan
34 reads

A pen will do

The first time is unplanned. It makes you feel powerful; demons released, a moment of absolute euphoria ensues. Perhaps, even peace. You seek it again. Deliberately. Agonizingly calculated, unhurried to avoid detection. The second time eclipses the first. You want more. One follows the other, dozens, as you continue seeking relief with every downward thrust of your knife. Until the day you are not careful and end up telling your story from a cell to some silly writer who wants to understand why you did it and innocently lends you a pen to write it yourself...and becomes your last victim.

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August Drabble Challenge: MURDER!
Tell me a story using good, solid prose in exactly 100 words. This month, tie it in to MURDER. Not necessarily the act itself, but that'll be fine, too; use your imagination. I want a super short story somehow related to doin' murder. No need to tag me, I'll read all the entries in September and select a winner.
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tinad
33 reads

Save One Bullet

The writing in the mirror told me exactly where they were.

I rummaged through the lock box where Tom kept his pistol. It was a Glock something or other. I checked the magazine and there were ten bullets in it. Good. Five rounds for them each- if I was lucky. I stumbled into the bathroom for a quick clean-up of my makeup, which had started to run about half a wine bottle ago.

The mirror had one last message for me, 'Save one bullet for yourself. Or you could forgive him.'

Forgive him? Forgive him? I'd rather eat a bullet.

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August Drabble Challenge: MURDER!
Tell me a story using good, solid prose in exactly 100 words. This month, tie it in to MURDER. Not necessarily the act itself, but that'll be fine, too; use your imagination. I want a super short story somehow related to doin' murder. No need to tag me, I'll read all the entries in September and select a winner.
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SweetBee
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The Juicy Bits

Gooey cheese and grease spill down Mr. Sterling’s chin, but he’s a professional. He dabs it away with his embroidered handkerchief before chomping another Ludicrous bite. “Best damn cheesesteak!” he burps to himself. Wiping his greasy fingers, he tosses the napkin, then check-marks a Five-star review. I squeal through the chef's window.

Today the best food critic eats in my diner, but it was just two months ago Adam and I separated. He always said I had potential, yet assured I’d never make it without him. Now with my winning recipe, I must defrost more of him for tomorrow's special.

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August Drabble Challenge: MURDER!
Tell me a story using good, solid prose in exactly 100 words. This month, tie it in to MURDER. Not necessarily the act itself, but that'll be fine, too; use your imagination. I want a super short story somehow related to doin' murder. No need to tag me, I'll read all the entries in September and select a winner.
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kadelebg
23 reads

Condemned Row

Profane appetites once inflamed my being, but now my yearnings are unconsecrated. Before, I understood just how to scaffold them—clever tactics and the heady thrill of plotting each gruesome tableau, engineering every lurid detail as a painter filling his spattered canvas. Now my brushes, chained at my sides, gather dust. I'm a ravenous addict denied my fix as I languish in this cell. Please, let me be filled up again with the warmth of those cravings—blood tasted sweet before they wrapped this noose around my neck. My last meal, my own body to feed me...maybe then I'll finally be satisfied.

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August Drabble Challenge: MURDER!
Tell me a story using good, solid prose in exactly 100 words. This month, tie it in to MURDER. Not necessarily the act itself, but that'll be fine, too; use your imagination. I want a super short story somehow related to doin' murder. No need to tag me, I'll read all the entries in September and select a winner.
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EvaShelton
29 reads

I’m Sorry

They walked in and found me standing next to the body. A phone and the knife in one hand. A baby hitched on my hip in the other hand. They knew where to find me because I called them before and after. The problem was, they wouldn't come before.

Everything in my life is separated by this one instance. The before I was a murderer and the after. The lives of so many altered by that instant. The cuffs were big and kept slipping down my hands. I kept pushing them back into place. I knew what I had become.

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