With a forward slash the body in front fell to the ground, nothing more than a carcass the previously erroneously identified geek panted, a bloodstained sword clasped in his hands.
A terrible grin spread across his pale face, the blood spatter across his-
Her head dropped with a dull thunk against where her keyboard met the desk.
“Why did I think writing would be any kind of career again? All I seem to write are horror slashers that aren’t any different from what is already on the shelves in the local dime and nickel store?”
The sound of a vacuum cleaner went off down the hall, “This isn’t bothering you is it?” came the yell.
The loud noise actually soothed the slight migraine that had been picking up over the last half hour.
“No,” the young author wannabe smiled, “it’s rather like a nice white noise machine but with more functional use.”
Little slice of life kind of thing brought to you by Three Word Wednesday.
Breathing In 