Tag: Violence

100 Word Story – Mother & Daughter (Part Finale)

The black bag quickly sank below the water’s surface, vanishing into the dark, cold trench beneath. We waited on the dock, watching to see if it would suddenly float back up. Five minutes passed and nothing happened, the water coming back to an eerie stillness.

“There,” I said, heading back to the car. “Like it never even happened.”

Samantha’s footsteps followed behind, a small distance between us. She started sobbing when we got back into our seats.

I wiped the tears from her eyes, giving her a small smile, “Don’t tell anybody about this. Got it?”

She nodded, “Yes, Mom.”


Copyright © 2019 by Luka Tatsujo

Follow Luka on Facebook and Twitter for more content and a look into Luka’s life!

100 Word Story – Mother & Daughter (Part Four)

Most of the car ride was in silence, me focusing on the empty roads while Samantha lost herself in the passenger side window, obviously deep in thought. I took a quick glance at her, seeing her let out a loud sigh.

“You alright, dear?” I asked, trying to keep my tone light.

“I’m still thinking about how I killed that man,” she admitted, whispering as if a stranger was nearby eavesdropping. Her hands were trembling in her lap. “Mom, I’m scared. I don’t want to go to jail…”

I reached over and held Samantha’s hand, consoling her, “You won’t. Promise.”


Copyright © 2019 by Luka Tatsujo

Follow Luka on Facebook and Twitter for more content and a look into Luka’s life!

100 Word Story – Mother & Daughter (Part Three)

“There’s nobody outside right now.”

I tossed my key ring to Samantha, and she caught it with both hands. “Go bring the car around. Back it up all the way onto the curb without driving on the lawn.”

Nodding, Samantha dashed back into the house and headed for the garage. Out on the front step of the house I looked up and down the streets, the cover of the nighttime sky protecting me from any unwanted attention. I put on a pair of plastic gloves and dragged the trash bag to the curb, seeing a limp arm fall out.

“Fuck.”


Copyright © 2019 by Luka Tatsujo

Follow Luka on Facebook and Twitter for more content and a look into Luka’s life!

100 Word Story – Mother & Daughter (Part Two)

“Mom, the blood isn’t coming up—it’s still sticking to the wood.”

“Keep using the paper towels, dear. Just get up what you can.”

Samantha grabbed the last few pieces of paper towels and did one large swipe across the floorboards. The paper tore, forcing her to toss it into the nearby trash bag.

“We’re out of paper towels,” she announced with fright. I heard her come running to me, in the kitchen. “What do we have left to use?”

I let go of the hacksaw, feeling its sharp edge stuck in the bone of the home intruder, “Bathroom towels.”


Copyright © 2019 by Luka Tatsujo

Follow Luka on Facebook and Twitter for more content and a look into Luka’s life!

100 Word Story – Mother & Daughter (Part One)

“When did this happened?” I shouted angrily. “I was only gone for five minutes, and this happens.”

Samantha was rushing to clean up the mess between us, the mop quickly soaking up the liquids on the floor. “I’m sorry, Mom,” she pleaded, her voice panicked. She rung the mop out in the small bucket next to the mess and continued cleaning, “I didn’t have a choice. The guy broke through the window, and I had to stop him.”

There was a giant red trail leaning from back in the living room to here.

I ordered her to get the bleach.


Copyright © 2019 by Luka Tatsujo

Follow Luka on Facebook and Twitter for more content and a look into Luka’s life!

Legends of the Dark: Child at Play (Finale)

This was going to be the end of it, the end of Melissa. I never have imagined in my entire life that I would witness such a horrific thing, and have to be a part of it. Part of me wondered what would have happened if I never noticed her not coming into the classroom. 

It all started when I saw her eating away at the squirrel’s body while behind that bush. So many of the other children play pretend back there, acting like a hiding spot for their little games. None of what I saw today could ever have been make-believe. 

And I was the one who had to end it all, to end the life of a child. There was nobody else around, and my actions were exposed right on the playground. There’s no way they would have believed me when they came and found me staring down at a dead body.

Might as well go all-out. 

What if the real Melissa was still aware of everything that has occurred? What if she was consciously aware of everything she’s done but had no control over it?

This whole event—seeing her hiding behind the bush, looking a the squirrel’s head on the ground, hitting her with the bat—everything felt like one long nightmare.

With that in mind I brought the bat up over my head.

100 Word Story – Weakling

He kept crying, his eyes an endless waterfall of tears. It started to get on my nerves.

I leaned in and punched him right in his face, “Man up and stop crying like a baby.” I watched him for a moment to see how he’d react. Now, aside from crying even harder, his nose was crooked and bled to no end. I sighed, grabbing his nose and straightening it. He screamed out in pain, twitching uncontrollably.

Seeing him so weak, all I could do was watch him die, disgusted at his lack of resolve.

“I should just kill you now.”


Copyright © 2019 by Luka Tatsujo

Follow Luka on Facebook and Twitter for more content and a look into Luka’s life!

100 Word Story – Hold Up

Police was all around me, surely surrounding the building from every possible exit. The sound of helicopter blades whirled overhead, and the local media was trying to cover the entire event from safety behind the barricade of cars out front.

I pointed my gun at one of the tellers, “You, redhead. Get over here!”

It was a man, and he readily followed my instructions, knowing his life was in danger if he didn’t listen. When he got in front of me I smacked him across the face with the pistol and grabbed his neck, holding him close.”

“Follow me, bitch.”


Copyright © 2019 by Luka Tatsujo

Follow Luka on Facebook and Twitter for more content and a look into Luka’s life!

Binocular Overwatch

It was just another day out on the town, looking around for anybody else still living in the streets. Although I knew the streets like the back of my hand, I decided to play it safe and observe from a nearby rooftop.

I dropped my rifle down next to me, and leaned against the edge of the room, looking down at the streets below.

From the corner of my eye I saw something speeding down the street, somebody struggling inside of a car.

I put my binoculars down for a moment and tapped my earpiece, “Found another loner.  Engage?”

“Like I said, Nao, it’s your call.”

“Roger that.”

What is A Human?

War has always been a favorable pastime of mine, enjoying the destruction and misery brought about to the enemy troops when they’re outmatched. Seeing living bodies become cold corpses, the sound of gunfire and cries of defeat, taking control of the enemy bases and camps, all of these made war fun.

The absolutely best part was always confronting the enemy leader, and making a mess out of them with ease. An army is only as strong as its leader, and I’ve yet found one that was able to best even my most basic of infantry. 

Salazar swore he was prepared to deal with somebody such as myself. I proved him wrong. 

My lungs filled with the scent of gunpowder and despair from the battlefield as I took a big huff of air.

“What weaklings, the humans are. It still boggles me how so many throughout history attempted to try and unify all of them under one flag.”

In a strange burst of humility, I called out to see if he was alive, addressing him by rank, Commander Salazar.

Legends of the Dark: Child at Play (Part Five)

The only thing between me and the demon in a child’s body was the school jungle gym, a couple feet of concrete, and a wooden bat ready to swing. Melissa’s entire mouth was covered with bloody drool, her body contorting back to a spider-like shape. She growled, hungry, wanting to dig her fangs into me.

I wasn’t going to give in, wasn’t going to throw my life away. As much as I wanted to try and save her from whatever was happening to her, the only way I could do that was to put her out of her misery, put her down like a sick animal.

And from the way she was looking at me, I had no regrets for thinking that way.

Melissa’s body cracked and snapped as she positioned herself back onto all-fours. Her monstrous growls continued, stopping once to cough something up

My fingers instinctively tightened around the bat as I went to wind up. I wasn’t going to let this monster out of my sight, and I had to make sure she never got a chance to try and escape.

“Come at me, you little bitch.”

Ribs

It was a beautiful thing, seeing that exposed rib cage. I reached over to the tool tray and picked up a corked vial; the liquid inside was clear. I took off the cork and brought the vial just under my nose, taking in a big whiff of the noxious fumes. I couldn’t contain my girlish giggling as I looked at the rib cage.

“Oh gosh, I can’t wait to see how pretty and white this bleach will make you. Just thinking gets me excited!”

The lively man on the table struggled, wanting to escape. He tried to bite his way through the mouth gag in his mouth, but it only wedged deeper into his mouth. His arms and legs tried to flair around and force their way free, but every action only brought his limbs back down onto the examination table. He rolled his head over to look at me. I could see the hatred burning in his eyes, his eyebrows burrowed down, his mind probably thinking of vicious and violent things being done to me as revenge. Curiosity got the better of me.

I leaned over and took out the hand towel mouth gag, allowing him to speak. After taking in a large gasp of air he went on a long train of slurs and hateful words, calling me all kinds of bitches and murderers. He even attempted to spit in my face, but it only rolled out of the side of his mouth and became drool along his cheek.

I used the hand towel to clean up the small trail, “Please, dear, try not to soil yourself. You must try and keep tidy.”

He roared at the top of his lungs, “Go fuck yourself, you crazy bitch.”

Butterflies started fluttering around in my center, making my entire body tingle with excitement. I could feel my cheeks light up with heat as he threw more angry words at me. Out of pure embarrassment I took the spit-covered hand towel and forced it back in this mouth, this time pressing a bit of it down his throat to clog his airways.

I grinned at him, running my free hand along one of his exposed ribs, “Don’t tease me with a good time. You don’t know how rough I can get.”


Follow Luka on Facebook and Twitter for more content and a look into Luka’s life!