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    Simply Shorts Too
    Simply Shorts Too
    Simply Shorts Too
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    Simply Shorts Too

    By Marvin Perkins

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    Simply Shorts Too is another compilation of short stories. These mystical, mysterious stories offer a variety of plots and interesting characters, all with their own unique twist.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherMarvin Perkins
    Release dateAug 1, 2013
    ISBN9781301692705
    Simply Shorts Too
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    Marvin Perkins

    I am retired from the U.S. Navy since 2003, currently work as a merchant seaman. I write in all types of media,from songs, to poetry, novels as well as short stories.

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      Simply Shorts Too - Marvin Perkins

      Simply Shorts Too

      A Smashwords Edition

      Published by Smashwords

      Copyright 2013 by Marvin K. Perkins

      She Must Die

      A quiet calm settled over my house, a silence that was almost deafening. The sun rose like a blazing beacon, the rays trickling in through the cracks in my bedroom window curtains. I sat enjoying the morning, my mind a thousand miles away in distant thought.

      She'd left me, I wasn't the guilty party. I hadn't cheated on her, but she on me. Suddenly an uncontrollable hatred and rage came over me. Sweat poured down my face, my whole body shook like I was having an epileptic seizure.

      The episode lasted for a few minutes and at long last calm came over me, and clarity of mind I hadn't experienced for years. The bitch must die! The thought came into my head, at first distant, but it became stronger and stronger, until it overwhelmed me.

      I tried to suppress the thought but it would not go away. Coming to grips and once again gaining control myself I said, almost tearfully, I couldn't kill her, I love her.

      Look at what she did to you, an angry voice deep inside said with an almost demonic tone. Kill her, kill her! The voice screamed. I covered my ears but it did not quiet the voice, for it was inside my head.

      I love her, I pleaded.

      She betrayed you with another man. She left you alone. She must die! The voice echoed in my head. Surely I must be going mad, or possessed by a demon.

      No! No! I screamed, but the voice inside my head kept getting louder.

      Go to the kitchen. Now! The voice emphatically commanded me.

      No, I won't.

      I was powerless. He had all the power. I got up from my chair, but managed to force myself back. I won't go.

      You will go! And here's what you're gonna do. You will take the gun out of the kitchen cabinet, load it and you will kill her! His ugly devilish voice echoed in my head, it was terrorizing.

      I won't, I yelled.

      Go to the kitchen. Now!

      This time I got up from the chair and started down the stairs to the kitchen. No! I screamed and turned to go back up to my bedroom. I got to the door but then I found myself heading back down the stairs.

      Once inside the kitchen I went to the cabinet where I kept the gun case and ammunition.

      Take it out and load it, he commanded. She must die!

      But I...

      Do it!

      I did it. I pulled the pistol out of its case and started to load it. At this point I was resigned to do whatever he wanted me to do.

      Now get your car keys. I guess he intended to walk me through the whole heinous crime, step by step.

      I seemed hesitant.

      I said get your car keys, damn it.

      My keys were hanging on a nail, near the front door.

      No! I yelled fiercely. I will not kill her. I will kill you instead.

      I said these words, not even realizing I couldn't kill the voice inside my head. It wasn't real. To quiet the terrible thing in my head, I must kill myself."

      I had finished loading the pistol, it was cocked and ready to fire. Not thinking, only wishing to rid myself of the demon, I pointed the gun at at my head. I was just before pulling the trigger when a force from nowhere and incredibly strong, twisted the gun around. I pulled the trigger and the round went harmlessly into the kitchen wall. You son-of-a-bitch, I'll kill you, I bellowed as I attempted to the wrestle the gun back into its original position.

      I struggled, he was very strong, but I managed to return the gun to the position pointing directly at my head. I fired, but my nemesis managed to move the gun slightly just as I fired barely missing my head and striking the wall behind me. Go, damn you, back to hell! I screamed like a maniac

      Again we struggled with the weapon, back and forth, more rounds hitting the wall, some just barely missing me. Finally, I won out with only one round remaining. I had a clear shot, to blow this devil back to the hell he came from.

      I fired.

      I woke up in a hospital. A hospital for the criminally insane to be more exact. I had managed to shoot myself, but the round didn't do sufficient damage to kill the demon or myself. .Seems I was mumbling while I was unconscious, that I was possessed by a devil who was commanding me to kill my ex-girlfriend. They wouldn't believe me. It was true, it was all true.

      Battleground High

      Upon the arrival of Miss Goldthorpe, the class was called to order. She hated the sight of these degenerate bastards. How could a teacher of her talent and abilities have ended up in such a place. A vivacious blond in the front row, answered as the roll was called. A boy dressed in black, with long dark black hair sat behind her, brooding, angry. He grunted when his name was called and stared aimlessly out the window.

      Next to the Goth kid was a little pip-squeak of a boy with a scarred pimpled face and hair that looked like it had been set on fire. He wore torn, faded blue jeans and a Ramones t-shirt that looked like it belonged to his big brother. He answered, present, when his name was called and laughed for no particular reason.

      The token black kid sat all the way in the back of the class. He never received the memo he didn't have to sit in the back of the bus anymore, I guess. He wore dark

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