Friday Fictioneers: Craving

Craving

She rushed from the cottage. Blood all over her clothes. His blood. It wasn’t that he was bad to her. He was what most normal people looked for. But from three,maybe four she had something in her. The urge to kill. A craving. A need. A want.

Light shone through the trees.

A police flashlight? To ruin the fun? Just the moon.

The moon shined down on her figure. Very everyday but ugly in the light. She laughed like a demon.

I’ve achieved something tonight. Forget normal. Forget compassion. The finger up to good. I have control and power.    

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16 comments on “Friday Fictioneers: Craving

  1. neilmacdon says:

    A pity you had only 100 words. I would have liked to know what she believed she had achieved

  2. Dale says:

    Agree with Neil…

  3. Dear Lisa,

    It sounds like she needs help. Compelling piece.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

  4. gahlearner says:

    She’s scary and completely insane. You described this well. I hope she gets caught and help soon.

  5. Violet Lentz says:

    A born predator. Look out world!

  6. Abhijit Ray says:

    Monster inside her is aroused. She needs therapy.

  7. Chillingly done! I wouldn’t want to bump into her on a moonlit night. 🙂

    Susan A Eames at
    Travel, Fiction and Photos

  8. Iain Kelly says:

    I dread to think what she is going on to do next!

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