I saved a mans life at work today. He was incredibly ungrateful. While bleeding and growing another head from his forehead he still was unimpressed that I couldn’t help his bill. Never mind I had just called 911 and had an ambulance on the way.
#ungrateful#retail#thisguy
I have 30 min left in my current audio book. This is the worst. The uptick of choosing the next read. The hangover from a suspenseful good novel. The loneliness between books.
What book recently rocked you to the core, left you wanting a bit more, scared you just enough to keep you hooked?
In short - I need a new book to devour.
#audible #horrorbooks #suspense #suggest
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“Happy Birthday, Madeline!” The chorus of voices mingle together into one loud chant. Madeline picks up the dark and wrinkled package on her desk and beams at the class. “Oh, a gift, how thoughtful.” Madeline tears at the damp paper and stares at the treasure inside. She blinks. “Are these, ears?” Madeline holds up a piece of crude twine, dangling from it are six dainty, decaying human ears. The class erupts in laughter, a voice from the back yelling, “You’re always saying your words fall upon #deaf ears!”
#schoolforserialkillers
@DNicholsAuthor I mainly write horror and suspense. I also work retail at a mobile company so I see some of the more “interesting folk” including some of the creepy vehicles they drive. I find myself snapping photos so I can recreate exactly how creepy in my own words with a constant visual aid.
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“So, if the boys only kill girls then they are just ‘serial killers’. If I only kill men then I’m a #feminist?” The young girl shakes her head in confusion, her dingy frayed hair bobbing at her shoulders. Madeline wraps an arm around the frail girl. “Do you think your a feminist, Aileen?” She thinks about it momentarily and then shakes her head again. “No, I just think most men should die.” Madeline grins. “Then you my dear are a serial killer.”
#schoolforserialkillers #aileenwuornos
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“When hunting, it’s imperative to remain low profile and blend with the surroundings.” Madeline emerges from the shadows of the classroom, the students gasping in surprise at her sudden arrival. “The art of silence is potentially your greatest weapon.” She maneuvers through the classroom her usually loud heels now silent and stealthy. “You see people are oblivious to their surroundings because they lean deeply into the divine plan of life. As serial killers we don’t believe in #fate we create it.”
#schoolforserialkillers
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“It’s important to note that being a serial killer, one should have an alter ego.” Madeline taps a finger against her temple. Her face morphs into a broad smile and her eyes sparkle. “Why dah’ling I think I have locked my keys in the car could you be a dear and help me.” Madelines voice drips with a sweet southern drawl. Her face falls back into stoic and her tone hardens, “This is to help draw in your prey.” A hand shoots up from the back of the class. “Yes, Billy?” The boy’s expression changes through various emotions before he responds. “I think I can come up with twenty, maybe twenty five different #personalities.”
#schoolforserialkillers #BillyMillligan
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“The more damaged you are, the more #damage you can do.” Madeline flips to the next slide, the frontal lobe of the human brain illuminating the white board. “You see class, serial killers aren’t always born, sometimes they are made. By emotional and physical destruction to the human brain.” Madeline scans the students, several still exhibiting dark bruising around the forehead, a few dazed and one drooling slightly. “You know my philosophy, if it isn’t broken, break it.”
#schoolforserialkillers
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“What is that awful noise?” Madeline’s face puckers as she follows the sound of grinding chords and garbled singing. “Oh, it sounds like someone is throwing around a bag of cats.” Madeline pushes open the heavy door. The abhorrent music stops abruptly. “Richard, what on earth is going on in here?” The slender boy grins, his black eyes casting an awkward glance around the room. “I’m starting a #punk band, I was practicing my first song.” Madeline frowns at the guitar and knife in his hands. “Wanna hear it? It’s called I only stalk at night.”
#schoolforserialkillers #richardramirez
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“It’s an #atrocity!” Madeline’s face is flushed as she flings undergarments from the chest of drawers before her. “It’s madness, where could they have all gone to?” Madeline throws her hands in the air, frustration vibrating off her skin. “Where the hell are all my pantyhose?” A small giggle causes her to freeze. Madeline whirls on the culprit, the tension leaving as she finds his blue eyes staring at her. Various panty hose dangling from his small hand.
“Oh Teddy, not again!”