Just sharing a bit from: After Hours...Horror with a twist...
I am writing this wicked little short horror story about a woman named Jen, who is confronted by a filth covered robber outside her office building. Oh, what some may not know is that Jen is not all that she seems to be. Her skirt suit and business ways do not show the evil that hides with-in
After Hours was created after I met the real Jen, and found out that she and her boss has these wicked little weapons; a staple gun, being Jen's favorite....and a ruler that is owned by her caring Demon Queen boss. However, what has conspired between these two women in this story... has allowed a Demon to walk the earth and gave a strength to a human that is unknown to mankind.
Here's a small nibble..LOL......................................While you read, check out the song on my blogspot, on singsnap. Crazy, is sung by my daughter and in a not so Patsy way..LOL.
Tiny Excerpt.....After Hours:
"Hey lady, you got a dollar?" a filth cover man asked as soon as Jen walked out of the office complex.
"Here, but its all that I have," she said and handed him three one-dollar bills.
"That ain't all you can give," the man smiled with rotten teeth and pulled a small blade. "I just wanna a little nibble…it's been a long time." The stench of his breath coated the air the closer he got. Jen knew this was going to bad. "You gonna come easy or you gonna go hard?"
"I have more money," Jen whispered as she willed her body to remain calm. "I have lots of money, I really do."
"Shut the f*** up and step into the alley, before I do you right here," he stepped in so close she could fill the tip of the blade in the middle of her back and the heat of his breath on her cheek.
"Then do it. Either you take me away from here to do this, or you just gut me right here. I would rather my friends find me with my clothes on then in that f***ing alley with my nude legs spread," Jen turned so fast the man stepped back. "You look like a smart man and you damn-well know what you're doing. I have money, a car, and a big house out in the country. What more could you want?"
His face contorted and the sting was like molting lava on the curve of her waist. Jen groaned, holding the scream that would have placed the blade deep into her body. He would stab and then run away. "That's a warning of what I'll do to you if you are f***ing with me in any way what so ever."
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This may be one of my longer short reads, and I will be submitting it, or adding it to my Vol.3 of my Short Stories of Twisted Tales. It's funny how something as small as a staple gun and ruler can fill a warped mind with loads of things to do with them. ;)
Have a great night...Big Hugs~
After Hours was created after I met the real Jen, and found out that she and her boss has these wicked little weapons; a staple gun, being Jen's favorite....and a ruler that is owned by her caring Demon Queen boss. However, what has conspired between these two women in this story... has allowed a Demon to walk the earth and gave a strength to a human that is unknown to mankind.
Here's a small nibble..LOL......................................While you read, check out the song on my blogspot, on singsnap. Crazy, is sung by my daughter and in a not so Patsy way..LOL.
Tiny Excerpt.....After Hours:
"Hey lady, you got a dollar?" a filth cover man asked as soon as Jen walked out of the office complex.
"Here, but its all that I have," she said and handed him three one-dollar bills.
"That ain't all you can give," the man smiled with rotten teeth and pulled a small blade. "I just wanna a little nibble…it's been a long time." The stench of his breath coated the air the closer he got. Jen knew this was going to bad. "You gonna come easy or you gonna go hard?"
"I have more money," Jen whispered as she willed her body to remain calm. "I have lots of money, I really do."
"Shut the f*** up and step into the alley, before I do you right here," he stepped in so close she could fill the tip of the blade in the middle of her back and the heat of his breath on her cheek.
"Then do it. Either you take me away from here to do this, or you just gut me right here. I would rather my friends find me with my clothes on then in that f***ing alley with my nude legs spread," Jen turned so fast the man stepped back. "You look like a smart man and you damn-well know what you're doing. I have money, a car, and a big house out in the country. What more could you want?"
His face contorted and the sting was like molting lava on the curve of her waist. Jen groaned, holding the scream that would have placed the blade deep into her body. He would stab and then run away. "That's a warning of what I'll do to you if you are f***ing with me in any way what so ever."
..................................................................................................
This may be one of my longer short reads, and I will be submitting it, or adding it to my Vol.3 of my Short Stories of Twisted Tales. It's funny how something as small as a staple gun and ruler can fill a warped mind with loads of things to do with them. ;)
Have a great night...Big Hugs~
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