Split Ends

In the city of Batesfield, in the Central United States, a serial killer was murdering women by cutting their heads open along their hairline.


As a response to this, the women set aside their pride and shaved their heads.


After a week of no murders, they felt safe.


That was, of course, until the body of a woman was found. Her head was smashed in.

Upward Staring Eyes

Julie missed going outside. Ever since she got sick a month ago, her life seemed like little more than a dream. All day long, the only thing she could do was watch the television stationed on the wall in front of her.


“Sleep well, mom,” Julie said as her mother walked into her room to turn off the television.


Her mother didn’t say anything to her again that night. Instead, she adjusted Julie’s pillow, sighed, and wondered if her daughter would ever come out of her coma.

Writing Home

Dear Mother,

Hello, mother, it’s your son. I miss you and wish you could be here. The future is such a wonderful place. The world is finally safe, and I helped to make it this way.

That’s right. I helped to save the world. I’m sure you remembered when the scientists announced their findings: that the world was collapsing under our own weight. That we had developed too much of the world.

America chose to lead the fight against this problem. After carefully combing through their options, they set up what they termed “Demolition Squads.” I worked for them, getting rid of things that were deemed to weigh too much.

At first, the world was opposed to such drastic measures. However, after the results showed the plan was working, they reluctantly followed suit.

It’s hard living with what I did for almost two years. All the homes I wrecked, the families torn apart. I just remind myself I helped save the planet.

I’m also glad obesity is no longer a problem.

Your son,
David

Wedding Band

I’ve heard the stories. Stories about the bride who plunged into a lake, clutching her new wedding ring.

I’ve heard about the man who found the woman’s corpse, bobbing just below the water’s surface. Heard how he pried the simple gold wedding band from her hands and made his way home.

I’ve heard about how he drowned himself in his bathtub, ring on his finger.

I’ve heard about how the paramedic had to cut his finger off to get the ring off. She had to have the ring. I’ve heard how she then drove her ambulance into the lake.

I’ve heard about this wicked ring. This simple band of gold. Simple, yet hauntingly beautiful. The ring that loves the water, yet drives people to possess it.

I just had to have that ring. Even if I had to pry it off a bloated corpse’s finger.

I’m writing this as a warning to everyone. I’ll continue in a bit. First, I think I’ll go swimming.