Her blood was a crimson river. I glared at her as she fell back, clutching her bleeding abdomen in an attempt to remove the knife I used to stab her without also removing her intestines. However, it was too late. She was near dead by the time she hit the floor, and only moments later the light in her eyes was gone. I laughed. And when I was done laughing, I burned her body and threw her ashes in the toilet.
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Short StoryShe was psychotic, no question about it. She killed four people. She laughed. She burned their bodies. Then she blew up the American flag. **WARNING: involves a lot of death, murder, and a crazy lady** Updated once weekly on Saturdays.
