Thirteen squeaks and a moan

‘Don’t do it! Don’t give up hope! After all, a bookseller became the richest person in the world! Keep the faith!’
‘Why do you think I’m doing this?’ Murmured the old lady, and firmly pressed the button. The destruction was swift. Not only did the walls and dusty shelves of the old library disintegrate, causing a biblical booklice genocide, but the young girl dissolved as well, turning into a gooey mass of hair and blood and matches and bones and bile. A guileful pawnbroker was split in two, splattering the crumbling wall with brown-red gelatine. A short but stocky fellow was hit in his egg-shaped head by shrapnel, tacky fragments of skull flew around as popcorn and his grey little cells landed a dozen feet away, splashing on the tarmac like some overpriced escargot. A curious blonde girl crashed through the window of the adjacent building, seemingly being reduced to a heap of spaghetti with tomato sauce. And hare marrow. A withered picture went up in a puff of white dust. A socialite was struck frontally by a flying boulder and dragged for a considerable distance, smearing the street with a trail of entrails and feces. An old man evaporated along with the sea; the resulting gushing vapor ripped the skin and flesh from the prince’s head, his steamy white skull landing in his outstretched hand. The cunning warrior/sailor/salesman was blown out of Greece. And Dublin too. A heap of rocks fell on a nameless surveyor, flattening him like a pie, his blood and entrails strangely flowing upwards, forming a dark pool on top of the pile. A giant whale erupted in a cloud of icky blabber, this fine mist of lard engulfed the health officer’s wife, soiled her fashionable dress, and with every shaky breath blocked her lungs until she slowly choked to death. A hypochondriac bomber got impaled by a road sign that ripped through his belly, his liver flopping on the end of the pole like a flag.
‘Curses! Curses!’ The victims shrieked as they were diminished to dastardly binary codes.

Since I can’t compel you to stay as there are laws against it why don’t you do it on your own? Stick around and read more of my short stories. All of them are amazing. Well, most of them are. OK, honestly, some of them are. Why don’t you decide for yourself? Take a look around –> Here’s a map!

Or, if you’re really adventurous, get off the beaten track and read a random story!