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Rage (Horror Flash Fiction)

John was shocked how easily and smoothly the blade slid across Jennifer's neck. It cut evenly and deeply. With rhythmic pulsating squirts, blood flowed freely as John released her. She crumbled to the floor like a rag doll. Wiping his blade against his red flannel shirt, John step over Jennifer's twitching dying body. Feeling absolutely nothing, John numbly walked to the garage and retrieved the gas can.

“Fucking bitch just wouldn't shut the hell up. I just wanted peace and quiet. Could she give me that, hell no? For 20 years I put up with her shit” John mumbled under his breath as he tossed gas randomly around the living room.

For two days, John has been trying to finish his short story but his wife would not give him any time to do so. She has been on his case about fixing the leaking bathroom sink. Even warning her that he wanted to be alone and finish his story did not stop her from her consist nagging. She had to poke the bear. Well, the bear awoke and reach out and snuffed out her annoying life.

John pour the last bit of gas that was left over the top of his head. The gas burnt his eyes which cause John to shake his head like a wet dog. Looking at the now still body of Jennifer, John started to yell at the corpse “See what you made me do. Fucking bitch.”.

He was chuckling uncontrollably as he reached down and stole Jennifer's cigarettes and lighter from her jacket pocket. He has quit smoking three years ago but hell it’s not like he has to worry about getting cancer he thought. He popped a cigarette into his mouth, lit it and took a couple of puffs from it. “Oh sweet nicotine” John said to himself as he stared at his cancer stick. He took one last deep inhale and said in a loud voice “Fucking bitch” as he flip the cigarette.

John, Jennifer lifeless body and the house was set ablaze. The fire burn a warm orange color that dance and lit up the cool autumn evening sky.

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