Julia suppressed a giggle as she snuck quietly into that bitches room. She stood over her sleeping form for minutes. Watching her breathing. She eyed every aspect of the sleeping girl. Her hands which she regularly held Julia's beloved with. Her lips she had used to kiss him and swindle him away. She hated all of it. But she wouldn't need to worry about that for much longer. In her pale, spindly arms she held a large sledgehammer. She raised it with shaking arms above her head. She took a deep breath. Soon he will be mine. She swung it down with all her might on the sleeping girls head. She heard a satisfying crunch as it reached its mark. Blood splattered onto her hammer. Coating it's cold iron in a crimson violence weaved with passion. She looked down at her work for a moment before noticing the girl's form stir. She quickly held the hammer aloft again. As the girl opened her eyes she swung it down again. The girl's eyes popped from their sockets as her skull caved in. He pillow was now bathed in blood as Julia stepped back to admire her work. She was finally out of the way. She was one step closer to winning the heart of her beloved.
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Goretober 2021
HorrorI did this last year and I'm doing it again, I still can't draw so I'm going to be writing a short story for each prompt. I can't promise that i'll finish the entire thing but I want to beat my record last year so wish me luck
