Category : Stories

Sub Category : Thriller

    Thoughts, these thoughts.. Beautiful thoughts we ponder until we die. I let my thoughts run wild through my head like a bad slide show that won't turn off. ''That damn clock won't shut off!'' It keeps ticking as if it's laughing at my thoughts. 
   I look out my window and see the leaves blow in the fall wind. They seem oblivious to my situation. It goes on despite the trials in my own head. I wish I had smaller, much neater and legible hand writing. 
  I am terrified to make my first kill, but I know it's something I must complete in order to finish this book. ''Damn!, that' 'r' was to far from the 'o' in order!'' This is the rantings of a lunatic, but I feel better. 
  My hand begins to cramp... No matter. Pace, pace, pace, paceing back and fowrth. It must be a knife, this kitchen knife will do. The handle feels heavy and cold in my hand. I pick up the phone. Now to order my food. ''Yes, I'll take one large cheese pizza with onions please.''
  Sit and wait.. I wait and sit. Will it be the girl on the phone.... Surely not she sounded too young. Not old enough to drive. No, it will be some old senile man, with the best of his days behind him. ''This clock needs fixed again, I've been waiting 20 minutes and only 2 have passed!''
  My leg shakes as I begin biting my nails, dreadful habit. ''I am ready to kill every mother fucker.'' After 2 days pass there is a knock at the door. I jump from my sleep, knife in hand as I approach the door...