Here’s my second (hopefully blood … or at least milk … curdling) entry for the Trifextra Weekend Challenge. Rules: Entrants must write a horror story in 33 words exactly, without the words blood, scream, died, death, knife, gun or kill.
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Trifextra Entry #2 – Never Go to Bed Angry
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“Goodnight, sweetheart. I’m sorry, too,” she said, kissing his check. Finally releasing the hammer, she climbed into her side of the bed to spoon his still warm body. “Things will be better tomorrow.”
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OldDogNewTits 
Oh… brutal. I like it.
He had it coming.
The title is PERFECT for your piece. I have the strong urge to go hug Chris. Nicely done.
My husband is locking up the tool shed.
I’d lock myself IN the tool shed. 🙂
Oh wow…What a chilling story…Now this is truly the definition of horror!…
I’m always most creeped out by the ones who have no idea what they’ve done.
OooOoOoh. He probably deserved it! =P
Haha great story! Like the pic too!
“If I’ve told you once, I’ve told you a MILLION times. Put the damned seat down when you’re done!”
Not the sweet mild mannered mom and wife we were led to believe you are…
Great piece, ODNT!
I think I just heard my husband belly laughing at this one in the other room …
Totally wicked!! The words “still warm” won me over!
Me, too. Thanks for noticing. 🙂
Um…you said in a comment above that your husband was locking up the tool shed. Are you sure he’s not in the toolshed? Just curious 🙂
You know, I don’t know. I haven’t seem him for days. Come to think of it, NO one’s heard from him.
Yeah, that would be pretty angry. Ha!
Came from the Trifextra linkup.
What? She apologized. And it’s not like I heard HIM apologizing.
This is incredibly twisted and I LOVE IT! Well done, girl.
Thanks, dear.
OoOoh, psycho wife at work. Did he forget her bday again? Well, I guess he won’t ever do that again.
Oh, jeez. That? Was creepy and horrific and wonderful.
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