A Collection Of Shorts by ArtL Nightshade (poetry books to read txt) 📕

I stood there and watched every movement of the dark brown haired as he opened his bag of cookies that he freshly made. A slight sneer formed in my eyes, like a hawk waiting for it's prey. Before I could react, the elder dumped the cookies on the ground before crushing them with his filthy shoe.

That angered me greatly. I couldn't do anything as the two walked away, laughing their heads off. 

***  

I return home from school, a scheme on my mind, and the smell of food invading my nostrils. When my plan came to mind, full proof, a sly smirk formed. My cousin came down in time to see the smirk. He winced, hoping it wasn't for him. "Was, was that for me"? 

I looked up at him and smiled, making him flinch in fear and nervousness. "No cousin, it isn't for you just yet". I walked away from him but not before hearing a sigh of relief. 

In my room, I lay down on my bed and imagined my plan coming into place on the two boys. How dare they do that to my cookies, I had worked hard to make them perfect now they were destroyed on the ground by their filthy feet.

They are going to pay. Tonight.

*** 

I knew where the two would go late at night after their dinner time. My window is the perfect setting place to see where my victims go.

I grabbed my jacket then head down into the kitchen and grabbed a rolling pin, a kitchen knife, and a few cookie cutters before I went outside, the hood of my jacket over my head. I walked a few miles when I heard laughter, a laughter I recongize.

"Hey, hey yo guys. It's that kid, Ben." One of the guys shouted out as they began to surround me. I may be small and frigile looking but they will soon know I am not the one ot mess with so lightly.

"Hello boys, I have come to punish you for destorying my cookies." I said, as calm and sly as a snake, ready to strike. They all laughed.

"Punish us? Dude, you're short, you're skrawny, you're..." But before he could finished, I jabbed the rolling pin to his private part. He fell and soon the rest came after me.

I stabbed the next one with my kitchen knife between his eye then swung the rolling pin at the side of the head of the other then beat his head up until he was dead like the other.

Soon there were two left. The one I jabbed my rolling pin into his private part the other was clean but dropped his cellphone when he saw me face him. Their friends were now cold-stone dead.

"Time to pay".

***

I had them just where I wanted. I commanded the boys, who were shaking visibly, to carry them to their house and into the kitchen.

When we got there, I told them to place them next to the oven which I turned on to 450 degress to heat up. I raised my knife and sliced them both open so I could see to their flesh.

"Get me a cookie plater, now!" I commanded the blonde hair who vigoriously searched for a plater. He found one and handed to me, a perfect size. I thanked him which made him jump.

I cut the two other boys' flesh up from their bodies and made cookie shapes out of them with my cookie cutters them placed them on the platter.

Sprinkling some powered sugar on them, I told the brown hair to do the same I did with the other. He shook his head for no and I drived a knife on his thigh and ran it down to his leg. I showed no mercy as he screamed in agony.

I kept going until he agreed to do as I said. Taking the other dead boy, the brown haired mimiced what I did but with shaking hands and fear.

***

Once the cookies were ready to be cooked, I placed them both in the oven and we waited for an hour and a half before they were ready.

I took them both out one at a time and placed them on a plate once they cooled off. I told them both to eat their friends. I smiled a devil's smile as they eat the flesh and blood of their deceased friends.

"Now, tell anyone, and I will kill you. Just like I did to your friends, just like I did to my step-mother." I expained, taking a bite of my cookie.

"So, the stories we all have been told were not true? You, you killed her? The exact way to killed our friends?" The blonde asked, shaking, nibbling on his cookie.

I nodded and looked over at the decapitated, sliced up bodies all laying down in a pool of blood. I now not only have my family under my thumb but them two as well.

***

No one dares to harm my cookies, holiday or not. All cookies deserve to be treated with respect.

PLOT:

Jaime was once your regular stoner of a 17 year old until the fateful evening he was attack by an animal leaving his right face scarred for life and bullying began to rise. As the hours pass by, Jaime could no longer stand the bickering and the shouting of the people at his school and decides to take matters into his own hand...

STORY:

Taking out the cigar from his lips to let the smoke fly up into the air, Jaime looks up into the blue and white sky, eyes averted away from the sunlight's rays as the bell rang indicating lunch was over. Gathering his things, Jaime walked into school, careful not to make eye contact or touch anyone, not even the slightest.

The boy, Jaime, has always seem to be the type that blends in with the shadows and the darkness of both the night and thrilling horror, putting on his earplugs, he turned up the volume of his IPod to block out the shouts and bickering he so despised, he had to do about that someday, but what...

Walking towards home to school, Jaime decides to take a detour into the woods where he knew coyotes roamed the place. Everybody had said once before when people move into the neighborhood to not go deep inside the woods, but Jaime didn't care, if he wanted to walk deep within the woods, he will.

As he walked further and further inside the woods, he heard the unmistaken-able sound of dead leaves being crumbled and sticks snapping under the feet of many. Jaime stopped in his tracks and looked around before dropping his used cigar on the ground and continued on his way.

The further he walked, the louder the feet sounded, it reigned in his ears, like drums at a war. Jaime scowled and turned around only to come face to face with not a pack full but just one coyote. The two stared down for what seemed like forever before the animal plunged into Jaime before he could even make the first step to running and clawed his right face just before Jaime stabbed it in the windpipe with a Swiss Army Knife, given to him by his father. Panting and glancing down at the dead animal, Jaime got up and ran home to tend the wound but he knew, the scar will remain.

***

"Did you see Jaime?" "He lookslike a freak show." "Ugh, and I thought he was hot, guess not.""I bet he cried for mummy". Taunts tormented the mind of Jaime as heplaced his hood over his head and hid his scar with his hair as he walked tohis usual spot for lunch, away from the crowd, away from the noise, away fromeverything.

As Jaime ate his sandwich, a doll came hurlingtowards him and landed at his feet, he looked down at the torn up doll andheard children crying out to his school's gate, picking up the doll, he walkedtowards three children, two boys and one girl.

The boys were arguing while the girl was crying about her torn up doll, reaching into his pocket, Jaime took outa mini sewing kit and began to sew the doll back together, he had learned howto sew from his grandmother, she thought it be a good thing if someone, whether it's a male or a female to learn how to sew. After he was done, he returned the doll back to the girl who hugged it as tight as a mother would to her firstborn baby before running away from the bullies and towards her teacher as Jaime walked back into the high-school building. 

***

"How long until we have to suffer with that?" One girl, obviously a cheerleader, whined, glancing coldly at Jaime who was lost in the world of music, blocking out all the gossip, shouts, and bickering that went on before the teacher came in. "I mean come on, it's not like he's going to make it far well, unless he actually joins the circus." Everybody laughed and all in a while, Jaime scowled.

When will they shut up?

Now.

***

It was late at night and the girl, obviously drunk, staggered out of her boyfriend's house and towards her car, she looks up to notice Jaime was walking down the neighborhood, with a drunk-like devilish's grin, she staggered towards him and draped an arm around his shoulder much to his protest.

"Hey hot handsome one, let's have more fun at your place, I'm sure my parents won't mind one more hour." She said, swaying from side to side as she drank more from the bottle of beer she had in her hand.

Jaime glared coldly at her and pried her off of her, sending her down on the ground but she was too drunk to care and laughed and laughed. Her laughter snapped Jaime and he lifted her over his shoulder and took her "home".

***

An abandoned small house was his home, hidden from society; it was once a lovely home until a tornado hit and the house crumbled and landed here when it flew away. Sitting her on a rusted chair, the wood of the chair poked out, scratching her arms, small backside, and thighs but Jaime didn't care, he had to shut her up but first, he had to make her sober. Grabbing a bucket full of cold water, he tossed the water at her face, waking her up from her drunken state.

"Where the hell am I?!" She yelled/demanded as she struggled to free herself. She smelled the unmistaken-able smell of cigars and knew there was only one person who smokes that heavily, Jaime.

Jaime, annoyed, crossed his arms over his chest as he listened and listened to her rants and struggles, a slight chuckle escaped from his lips knowing she couldn't possibly free herself unless she had a knife. Walking towards her, he grabbed the back of her hair and pulled on it so she was facing him eye to eye.

"Do you not know how to shut up?" He asked coldly sending shivers down her spine. The cold, brave, Queen Bee gone and out