Based loosely on a true story...

or at least inspired by one... if horrorified can be considered inspired.


The head wouldn’t fit in the pot. It was that thought that did him in. He was okay until that point, okay being a relative word, of course. There was nothing okay about him today. Yesterday? Yesterday, he was just fine. But today… well today the head wouldn’t fit in the pot.

It wouldn’t have fit yesterday either, but that wasn’t his concern then. It was his concern now, and that concerned him. God, he was talking himself in circles. The strange numbness had left him as soon as he had to break the nose to get it to fit. One would think the screaming, hacking and blood spattering would’ve done it, but nope, it was the bone crunching noise against the stainless steel pot. It reverberated through him. That’s when he knew he was fucked.

Hadn’t he loved her? He did. He knew he did. What had prompted him to do this terrible thing anyway?

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I'm thinking of turning this into a longer story, perhaps full length. We'll see.