Happy Halloween! To terrify you all this all hallow’s eve, here’s the beginning to a short story I wrote…well, it’s more of a character sketch to be honest, people seem to get the hyperbolic satire though – so that’s good!

I need to kill people to get a high score. That’ s how video games work, not real life. If I get the high score then I get another life. That’s how video games work, not how real life works. This is a bit unfortunate because I’m a murderer. The only life I’ll get will come from the sentence I’ll inevitably suffer in a court of justice, answering for the high scoring antics I’ve been up to. However, for now I’ll keep a low profile and write this story as if it were Tetris – making sure all the bits fit, and if they don’t? I’ll just rotate them and make them fit. Did I not mention I’m shit hot at Tetris?

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When I worked in an office I used to regularly fuck the receptionist in one of the several supply closets in the building. I liked using the smallest one and this was located on the second floor of the tall grey building we worked in. It was also the smallest supply closet in the building. I used to think I chose the smallest one because it gave a greater sense of intimacy: two bodies entwined under sweaty shirts, slotting compactly alongside the staplers and the bundles of plain and lined paper. Unfortunately I now think that I chose the biggest one because it gave me more control over Sarah – the receptionist’s name was Sarah, I think…maybe it wasn’t, but it fits, so it’ll stay. The tight confines meant that I could fuck Sarah in only one-way: face-to-face. None of this doggy style shit. I wanted to see her face; every contortion; how tightly her eyes were closed; how far apart her lips were due to heavy breathing; how messy her hair was.

 

 

That’s your lot, I don’t want to post too much more at this junction x