Friday, April 13, 2012

The Last Straw

His wife always yelled at him. Of petty things no one gives a shit about. You'd think she made a hobby out of this behavior. So one day he had it, something snapped. He walked to the yard, picked up an axe, went to the kitchen where she was, and hacked her to pieces. He kept chopping and chopping. There was just this big pile of meat and blood everywhere. You couldn't tell it was human anymore.

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