Brad’s parents were always fighting. He hated it. He’d wake up to the sound of the screaming spouses and come home from school to the same monotonous noise. If it wasn’t bills, it was senseless jealousy. He had started to grow accustomed to it, but had never become immune.
One day, Brad got off the bus and walked to his front door. He went to pull his house key out of the smallest pouch on his blue backpack when he noticed the door was ajar. Brad looked at the brass knob but shrugged off his worries and stepped inside.
He quietly gave thanks for the silence. He looked around at his home’s interior. The kitchen table was pushed over with the shattered remains of a floral patterned vase surrounding it. A blood-stained doily lay nearby.
Brad’s heart started to race. He followed the trail of broken furniture and porcelain animals through the kitchen, living room, and down the hall. It stopped at his parents’ bedroom door. Brad could see shadows crossing the orange light streaming onto his feet. He took a deep breath and pushed the door open just in time to see his father snap his mother’s eye out of its socket and chew on it hungrily, as her blood ran down his chin and onto the gore-covered floor.
Brad’s parents were always fighting.
12 responses to “Until Death”
Nice story I like it Tyler good job again.
Eye hate it when you do that…
Short & sweet. And it tastes like calamari.
Mmm, calamari.
Mmm, eyeball.
Thanks. This one is actually based on a nightmare that I had when I was younger. It just came back to me the other day so I decided to do a short story on it…I probably have some issues that need working out, huh?
Shelly just asked if Tyler was one of my favorite pupils.
I’m sure the DA and judge will understand why I hit her in the head with a ZED.
Wouldn’t that make it a SED? Shelly Elimination Device?
Wow Tyler and they say I am nut.
Being married means never having to say sorry for eating your eyeball.
I want calamari, damnit!
wait…we can same ‘damnit’ on here right?
We need sound effects for audio.
Killer title font, thanks.
After editing this, I wanted to type “Short and Sweet.”
Apparently, I said the same thing over a year ago.
Sometimes it’s nice to go back and rediscover old friends.