Saucy Jacky

Crimson pearls fell to the ground as she clutched at her throat; the only sound, an incessant gurgle. 
Her knees buckled, and she collapsed. 
The coppery scent of her blood filled the air, as the meticulous hands of her dark assailant went to work; his breathing was harried, and manic. 
With silent satisfaction, he stood back, and observed the macabre spectacle that he'd created. 
The hoofbeats which signaled the approach of his cab, sounded slow, and hesitant; his driver did not approve. 
Calmly, he straightened his cape, and hat, for there was more work to be done on this night.

The Scribbler

"Don't get too comfortable, Dave," Karl said evenly. "With ideas like yours, they'll fire you soon enough." 
Dave endured such comments from 'Star Employee' Karl Manning, daily; that would end, today. 
Focusing intensely, Dave doodled a stick figure in his favorite notepad. 
Underneath, he wrote 'Karl', and in a crude way, the figure did resemble his abusive co-worker. 
Sweat trickling down his brow, he drew an exploding heart in 'Karl's' chest, as the real Karl clutched at his chest, flopped to the floor, and died. 
Dave smiled, closing his notepad. 
Another rung in the corporate ladder had been scaled.

Daddy Knows Best

"Daddy, I heard it again," Lindsay complained. 
"What's that, sweetheart?" 
She sighed. "The crying! It woke me up!" 
"Lindsay, you were probably just dreaming." 
Unsatisfied, the child finished eating, and grumbled all the way to the bus stop. 
Back in the house, sipping his coffee, he heard the faint sound of crying, coming from below. 
"Damnit!" he exclaimed, heading to the basement. 
A young cheerleader was chained to the wall. 
"Wake her up again, and I'll cut out your tongue, and sew your mouth shut!" he hissed, tightening her ball-gag. 
"Raising little girls is tough, and you're not helping."

The Legend of 'Walter's End'

"I'll teach those damned kids!" Walter grumbled in the darkened intersection, leveling his shotgun.

Usually, the drag racers would decelerate, and hurl insults at the crazy old man; this time, his shaky grip resulted in a blast that blew out the right tire, causing the car to plow into 'Crazy Old Walter', killing him.

Locals believe that 'Crazy Old Walter' never left that place, and any speeding vehicle's right tire will be blown out, causing an accident.

Strangely, 'Walter's End' has been the site of many fatal crashes over the last seventy years.

That is the legend of 'Walter's End'.

The Insomniac

When I close my eyes, and drift off to sleep; that's when he comes. 
Stalking the moonlit streets, dealing death to those that he takes a fancy to. 
The police believe that it's me who's doing it, but it's not. 
I would never do such horrific things as he does to those poor souls. 
I've done my best to keep him at bay. I haven't slept in a week, but I'm so goddamned tired! 
It would be so much easier to deal with, if I had just a little bit of sleep. 
God, forgive me. 
I'm just... 
Too... 
Tired... 
To...

New Year, New You

Every year, he goes through this. Resolutions are nearly impossible to stick to, but he intends to do it this time. 
The wall is covered with trophies; remnants of the pattern he intends to leave behind. 
With the gentle hand of a museum curator, he wipes dust from one of them. 
"It's time for a change," he says, scanning for any other foreign matter on his prized possessions. 
Satisfied his collection was immaculately clean once again, he heads out of his den, leaving the row of severed male heads staring blankly at the walls. 
"This year, I'm switching to women."

Help A Combat Veteran Get To See His Daughter Again...

Help Me Get My Daughter Back... (<---GoFundMe Link)

This is the GoFundMe page for my cousin, Kyle McGann. He's a combat Vet, going through a distressing divorce. 

His daughter has been taken from him by his estranged wife, and he hasn't been allowed to see her for over a month now.

He needs a small amount of money (Only $650) to put a partial down payment on an attorney that will help him gain at least partial custody of his daughter (which any Father deserves), as all 'pro-bono' services have been unable to help him due to lack of available personnel. 

Any small amount will make a HUGE difference, so please, if you want to do something good for another person this year, consider doing this.