I decided to give you guys a little treat. Instead of explaining writing short stories I decided to give you guys a really short story I wrote a year and a half ago. This story inspired me to write, The International Genocide, the book I am working on right now. I hope you all enjoy, and buy The International Genocide when it is released.
Manic Miss Takes
The switch stared at me intently, wondering if I was going to flip it or not. All I would have to do now is flip the switch and it would all be over. Years of careful planning would come to an end. The world would no longer treat me unjustly as it had before. I started to wonder what it would be like to be treated fairly in a world of my own. The comfort of soft white sheets on my queen bed embraced me. I was slowly drifting away into the reality that might soon be to come. Just before I was enveloped by this reality I heard a panicked knocking on my door.
Soon the knocking had come to a standstill, and I was unlocking my latched bedroom door. I stepped into a pool of warm blood; the blood of a young man who had been one of the men working for me, not too long ago. I recalled the ginger molasses cookies he made me every Christmas and the generous presents he bought me on my birthday. He had been a hope to me that there were still decent people in the world. I could see the miniature hole in the back of his head. The sight was just too much, I was forced to look away. After reaching the end of the hollow hall I now faced a dilapidated wooden door. I slowly walked outside into the bright sun of Cancun, Mexico. It was not the sun that blinded me, it was the sight of completely still tourists who had died tanning in the sun.
In my mental insanity, I had taken this too far. The original plan was to build a kingdom of my own larger than that of the one I had hated so very much. I felt like I was always looked down upon by the rest of humanity and I was becoming bored of the world. My decision was to a new world. Over the course of many years microscopic bombs had been secretly installed in the heads of everyone over the age of two. The bombs were run electronically on a highly encrypted frequency. I couldn’t bear having destroyed six billion human lives instantly. I bent to my knees in the burning sand and pulled out a long sharp dagger. The dagger reflected the sun straight into my eyes as I blindly stabbed myself in the heart.
As I woke up I felt a searing pain in my chest. It couldn’t happen. Immediately I disconnected the bombs and turned off the server. I knew that I would most likely suffer the death penalty for my actions when I turned myself in. That didn’t happen. When I opened the door, I was immediately struck by a taser and dropped to the ground. Now I sit in a room with no doors, windows or lights; never to see human life again and never to see the light of day. I’ve gotten used to the dark though and that is why I write this account today: To make sure nobody goes down the same path that I have gone down.