Confessions | A 100 Word Story

#145 The Fictional

“…it’s been ten days since my last confession. I killed a man last night. And it felt good. To be honest, he had it coming from the very beginning.”

Making my confession made me feel so much better. A weight had been lifted, telling a man who had to keep my secret.

“I understand, my child,” he said, and paused before adding, “will you do it again?”

“I think so. I can’t help it. I have a taste for it now. What should I do?”

“Go home and finish the story so I can read how it ends, of course!”

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The Fictional

Writer. Thinker. Linguist. Teacher. I write fantasy, sci-fi, mystery, thriller, and erotica. I write poetry, short stories, flash and serialized fiction and novels. I write because there are stories to be told, and I want to know how they end, too.

By SJStone

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