Murder He Wrote (Part 6)

Murder He Wrote (Part 6)

Tracy’s at the door 

Long coat on

Bra and thong

6 inch heels…

Pearls around her neck…

Man she on…

She rang the bell… DING DONG!

Mitch answered…

She said “hello handsome”

Mitch was looking at her like…

Damn girl…

Pearls stopping right between her breasts

Coat cut to show her flesh

Coat belt around her waist.

Just right to show her legs…

That she just freshly shaved…

Looking flawless by the face

No makeup has to save…

Anyway…

Mitch said “What up Tracy? Girl you looking real fine… I was just talking about you. You gone live a long time.”

She said “Mitch I had to come over. I’m madly in love with you. How about a date? RIGHT NOW! I wanna talk to you”

Mitch was really shocked, confused, and excited at the same time.

The author comes to the door.

And even he has to say damn she fine.

But he’s still tryin to figure out how they both are still alive.

Tracy asked Mitch to go for a ride.

And asked him to drive…

They leave the house

The author shakes his head still tryin to figure it out…

But doesn’t has a clue.

All the while, it’s cuz Mitch wrote I love you .

But he decides not to dwell on it.

Cuz he knows he’ll figure it…

So it’s back to the agenda…

Poor Brenda

He feels inclined to kill her.

Why?

He doesn’t remember… 

See Brenda is the reason he and his ex broke up.

His first love…

Her name’s…

Amora…

Spanish girl from Honduras.

He was gonna marry her.

He also has plans for her.

But Brenda’s first…

With the pen in his hand he began…

To write…

Time to tie up these loose ends… And that’s just what I’ma do… Brenda (Lighting strikes) it’s over for you. I break into her house she’s on the couch… watching re-runs of the TV show “Rosanne” MAAN! She should kill herself for that. Anyway I creep through the back. Planning my attack. WHAT THE FUCK! A big ass rat. Damn she still don’t clean up. House probably filled with rodents. You know what… I got an idea. Hopefully this works… she get’s up to go to the bathroom. So I hide in the back room… that’s next to… it… damn… she’s taking a long time to piss… now she’s flushing the toilet… not even washing her hands. She begins to walk out. I ambush her. Before she can scream, I cover her mouth. SHUT THE FUCK UP! It’s time to get ducked… taped that is… I reach for a chair out the kitchen and now I’m wrapping her in it… Now you sit there and Listen.  Since you went to my first love snitching… I’ma treat you like the rat that you are… I grab a block of cheese and cover her from her head to her feet… then I cut her to make sure she bleeds… then I search her house for a nest.  BINGO the basement. Filled with rats. SAY GIRL! YOU NASTY YEA! ALL THESE DAMN RATS! So I find some clothes that seems to be covered in piss… Im going back upstairs, I get to her, and I’m rubbing her body with it. I saw this on the Discovery Channel. Rat urine carries certain pheromones. That attract other rats… with her being covered in cheese and piss from the rats. They are sure to attack. And just as I suspected the rat I first saw begins to climb on to her. Now more exit the basement. She’s jumping in the chair shaking… she falls over. Now she’s face to face with bout five  rodents… they start to chew at her eyes before she’s able to close them. Now I’m gonna leave to let the rats feast… The Obituary reads… Rest in Pieces… Brenda (Lighting Strikes Again)

Damn…

Brenda is now dead…

It’s not from rats but she fell down the stairs in her basement.

Trying to get rid of her rodent problem…

She had traps she had been meaning to set.

But the author sentenced her to death.

So it wouldn’t have mattered even if she watched her step…

The author laid down to rest cuz he knew she was indeed deceased.

Meanwhile driving the streets of Atlanta

Mitch and Tracy are on their way to have a date.

Tracy told him to drive to her place…

And started to feel below his waist.

He tried to tell her stop you gonna kill us…

Then she reached for his zipper…

TO BE CONTINUED…

Murder He Wrote (Part 5)

Murder He Wrote (Part 5)

BANG! Before he could finish preying a shot to the head… He’s now dead… The obituary reads… Rest in pieces… Mr. Brown (Lightning strikes again)…

Imitating his cousin,

He ended it the exact same way.

Said everything he was suppose to say 

To make sure Rev Brown was dead.

Sure enough he was.

From a car accident.

Some guy was driving drunk and crashed into him…

He died instantly.

But Mitch didn’t know a thing…

He was just writing…

Didn’t even notice the lightning…

So proud of his writing…

He rushed in to tell his cousin…

“Hey cuz don’t trip… I read your book when you were sleep and maaaan… It’s deep… It inspired me to write this… Maybe you can use it… I killed rev brown just like the serial killer would do it…”

The author replied… “YOU FOOL! DO YOU HAVE ANY…” He cut himself off…

Then calmly said “You know sometimes you should mind your business… Do you have my pen?”

Mitch gave it to him and said I wrote a poem for Tracy too…

The author replied “all of a sudden now I’m in a writing mood now leave my room…”

With the pen in his hand he began…

To write…

Hmm… Cousin Mitch (lightning Strikes) who is nosey and likes to write… I’ma set him up nice. He wrote a poem about a girl he likes…named Tracy… (Lighting strikes) first I’ma need some gasoline and a lighter… I’ma set them on fire. Cuz will literally be a ghost writer. Let’s see I’ll set it up for them to meet… (Ok now on to the meet…) the both of them at a bar somewhere off Peach Tree and they are talking… I’m trying to figure out how to get them alone so I can move on AHH! GOT IT!. I pull the fire alarm. “EVERYONE REMAIN CALM!” The bouncers are screaming. I follow them to the exit now to the parking lot… Wait… He’s getting her car. Now its my chance to tear them apart. She starts her car and leaves out. I’m following them we are in route. They stop at a burger place. She has a convertible I’ma do this the easy way. A bottle full of gasoline i grab a towel and light it… HAHA…! FIRE!… I throw it and it lands on his back. She swerves and crash. Trying to put out the fire she makes it worse. Mitch is screaming “IT BURNS!” so frightened he doesn’t think to get out and roll… The car catches fire and UP! It grows…I Drive away… Far from the seen… I hear KABOOOM! Mission complete… The obituary reads… Rest in pieces… Mitch and Tracy (lighting strikes again)

Now here’s where it gets crazy.

Mitch already wrote about Tracy

So they don’t die…

Not even Mitch…

But the door bell rings 

And guess who it is…

To be continued…

Murder He Wrote (Part 4)

Murder He Wrote (Part 4)

I love ya eyes girl…
A fiend for yo body.
If I was with you girl they probably wouldn’t recognize me…
Cuz I’d be so into you they’d think I was your brother.
Be together long you start to resemble each other…
Look girl I need a woman…
And I feel it’s you…
My hearts been broken
I need you to be my super glue…
Copy and paste me in yo life
Like a damn computer…
Got my palm read…
A lot of you in my future…
I’m not crazy…
But I want you to have all my babies…
Don’t play me…
You know that…

I love you Tracy (Lighting strikes Again)

Nothing happened to Tracy…

She’s fine in good health…

But she just can’t help herself…

She has this sudden obsession…

For Mitch…

She’s madly in love with him…

Mitch just found out a new power of THE PEN.

And doesn’t even know it…

See if you say “I love you… then the person’s name”

They become insane and madly in love with you.

Mitch being the nosey person that he is.

Just wrote himself into trouble.

In more ways than one…6

While Tracy is on her way to his house…

He better Pray the Author doesn’t find out…

About…

This…

Meaning  Mitch going through his shit…

Meanwhile Tracy is over at her place

Picking out sexy Lingerie 

Setting up the bed 

Making it straight…

She’s about to go pick Mitch up…

She knows he will come.

And if he didn’t she will kill him

But he loves her so that will be easy…

Not to mention she’s one of the finest women breathing…

Blue eyes that resembles heaven when you look into them.

A beautiful smile 

Perfect teeth

38 double D’s that were perky.

No sag

Fat ass

The type everyman would stare at if she passed.

The same one that made your mom smack your dad.

Yea…

That’s her…

She grabbed all her stuff and prepared to get in her truck…

Over at Mitch’s house the Author is finally waking up

Like what the Fuck

Whose been through my stuff?

I bet it was Mitch

Son of a Bitch.

Where’s my pen I’ma kill him…

But the pen is nowhere in site

Mitch is in the bathroom 

And he still feels inspired to write…

Mitch figured he’d help his cousin out…

He wants to be the serial killer now…

He thought of a few people he would love to hurt.

And started with the preacher of his mother’s church

With the pen in his hand he began… 

To Write…

I’ma Hit Mr. Brown (lightning Strikes) where it hurts. He’s the preacher of my church. Always telling me not to curse. Like he’s so perfect. So I’ll do this… I’m on my way to church now. I’ll grab my gun. Hide it in my coat. I walk through the church doors and ask if I can ask him a question. He says “yes young man, how can I help you?” Well how often do you talk to god rev? “Everyday including now.” Well did he tell you I was gonna be here today. “God tells me many things” well did he tell you were gonna die. Rev gets a look in his eyes. Begins to stutter, “Wha… Wha…Wha… why would you ask that” I reach for my gun and he give’s a new meaning to rev….run… so I shoot him in the leg… walk over to him and stand over his head. He begins to pray… “Dear father…

To Be Continued…

Murder He Wrote (Part 3)

Murder He Wrote (Part 3)

I grab some scrubs out the looker room. She’s in the ER patiently waiting for patients I’m pacing cuz her life I’m soon to take it. What should I do HA! I got it. Plastic surgery. Use these medical tools and rearrange her permanently. Convinced of an emergency in room one twelve, Little does she know, she will be the one needing help. I wait behind curtains. As she enters the room confused. She approaches the bed. Then… BOOM! I ATTACK! Tying her down with straps. Time to start fixing her up… No anesthesia or shot to numb the pain. She screams out “YOU’RE CRAZY!” NOO BITCH I’M INSANE… NOW SHUT UP AND LET ME CUT YOU… How… About… A… New… Nose…? SNIP! OL well wont need that anymore… Lets see how bout some Botox to the lips that should be a trip. A 100 milliliter needle. Lips like Angelina…How bout a new heart. Damn look how fast it’s beating… She stops breathing… UP! Guess her lungs she won’t be needing…she wont stop bleeding. Where’s the gauzes and other bandages…GOT UM! I’ll clean her up. Then leave her there to collect dust… The obituary reads… Rest in Pieces… Diana (lighting strikes again)

He arrived to Atlanta early

His family was at the station. 

His cousin Mitch rushed him in a hurry…

“Oh my god! Did you hear the news?”

“Diana was just killed by some loon that snapped at the hospital.”

“She died from several stab wounds…”

The author replied… what a way to kill the mood. Hello to you too…

Mitch replied, “sorry cuz just wanted you to know.”

The author replied with that look in his eye like… Yea I know.

Speaking of which, Cousin Mitch is walking a tight rope. 

Let’s hope he doesn’t end up in a note…

The author wrote…

With a normal pen,

Note to self…

Keep an eye on Mitch…

That he did…

Like a hawk’s eye on a small rodent.

See Mitch is a bit nosey

And the author knows it…

And it has been like that since they were kids…

Anyway they get to the crib and the author is a bit… tired, but he had to speak to his family.

Aunts and uncles

Cousins and their children.

All wanted to know how he was doing…

It’s been almost five years since they seen him.

He told them he’s been good just writing a lot.

And that he’s working on a new book titled “Diary of a Serial Killer”

Mitch said, ‘Let me see what you have so far”

The author said if I let you read this I might have to kill ya…

Started laughing

But he was serious…

Mitch thought to himself, “I’ll just wait till he falls asleep”

Later on that night he did indeed…

Found the authors notebook and began to read…

He was intrigued…

Noticed the names and how they seemed so familiar…

Especially Diane 

She did die today…

Almost the same way…

But he’s not smart enough to put two and two together.

He just thought of it as clever…

He said to himself “that’s it?”

He was a lil disappointed

Not knowing that the author wasn’t finished or his intentions…

THEN…!

Mitch found THE PEN!

Mitch is also a writer

A heck of a poet actually…

So he pulled out his notebook and decided to write a poem for this woman he likes…

With the pen in his hand he began…

To write…

Tracy (lightning strikes)

To Be Continued…

Murder He Wrote (part 2)

Murder He Wrote (Part 2)

Next day…

He’s at a train station awaiting his train when some man named James began to complain…

“HEY YOU… I NEED THIS SEAT.”

The author ignores him and continues to write in his sheets but with a normal pen.

The man grabs him and says “STOP WRITING AND GIVE ME THIS SEAT!”

Throwing him to the floor afterwards…

Everybody at the station burst out with laughter 

The author was embarrassed…

He picked up his notebook and grabbed his pen but this time it’s THE PEN…

With the pen in his hand he began…

To write… 

I’m not one to fight I’m more laid back. I strike with a subtle attack. Catch my enemy while relaxed. Like Mr. James (lighting strikes) Mr. I can’t stand and wait for the train. I see him sitting there sleep my chance to creep. I grab some rope that’s wrapped around a pole. It will look better around his throat. I creep slowly. Like a lion preying on a zebra. Carefully moving to make sure my attack is clean and quick. He moves a bit. I stop. He wipes his nose as the train station is flooded with echoes of his snores. I’m getting closer… and closer… and closer… and closer… I’m starting to gain a tight grip on the rope… finally I approach his back… I gently place the rope around his neck. Then… SNAP! Choking him. He wakes but it’s too late. I already have a firm grip and his life begins to exit. He’s putting up a fight. Trying with all his might. But the rope is too… too tight… Saaaay… goooood…niiiigggght… deep sigh. The obituary reads… Rest in Pieces… Mr. James (lighting strikes again)… 

“OH MY GOD! THIS MAN IS DEAD!” A young woman so franticly claimed.

Speaking of James

Who is indeed dead once believed to be sleep…

Died from a severe heart attack. 

Our author was pleased…

Boarded the train 

With a look that remained…

Ever so evil.

Eyes blood shot red.

Like fuck with me you’re dead.

And we all know if it’s written

He meant every sentence…

Now on to business.

Our author is headed to Atlanta to visit some family.

Besides New Orleans

Atlanta is his second home.

And he has a sinister homecoming planned.

With the pen in his hand he began…

To write…

I had some good and bad times in Atlanta. It’s where I first met Diana. (Lighting strikes) bout as dirty as the one mike talked about. Her Victoria Secret had to be the dirty south. Although it’s my fault for having sex with her unprotected, she could have told me I wasn’t the only person she was having sex with. Gave me a disease. Time to TEACH…! her a lesson. IRONICALLY! She heals people for a profession. A surgeon.   So let’s see if we can create an emergency. I have a scalpel but that wont do.HMM… What should I use? I’m in a hospital how bout I use all of the tools to leave dirty Diana in a pool…Of blood… 

TO BE CONTINUED…

Murder He Wrote

Back in 2009 I started this Series that went crazy all over facebook… I wanted to bring it back… Thanks to Tish. Enjoy! Happy Full Moon!


Murder He Wrote (Part 1)

He wrote with a deadly pen…

If your name was mentioned in a sentence

The cemetery would be awaiting your entrance 

It was murder he wrote…

Death by notes…

Such killer quotes…

See his pen was given to him by a well known serial killer named Tim…

I guess you can say his pen is possessed…

He knew that

And if you ever posed as a threat…

You will be sentenced to death…

Literally…

Like his ex girlfriend Emily…

She was the first to get it…

She cheated on him with another man.

So with the pen in his hand he began…

To write…

Peaking through her window with my knife in hand.  Emily(lightning strikes) has no idea death soon awaits her… HA HA HA…. Her bloody corpse will ease my mind for all those times she cheated on me. So I creep through the back door. She’s alone in the shower.

I’ll wait in the closet where she keeps her towels. The water stops. I hear her walking… wait that’s the door. I peek out, she has left the bathroom. SHIT! She already has a towel. Ok. Plan B. FUCK THAT! I’ma make a noise to bring her to me. I start banging on the closet door. I can hear her voice. She sounds startled. She’s approaching… then she stops… I bang again… She walks in to the bathroom. She looks in the shower… then behind the toilet. HAHA she’s so dumb… then out of no where… BAMMM. I stab her in the neck, then twice in the back, once in the chest. And left the scene a mess… The obituary reads… Rest in Pieces… Emily(lighting strikes again) 

He has to end every note with… “The obituary reads… Rest in Pieces… and the person’s name” for it to work…

Sure enough it did.

Emily was found the next day dead with several Lacerations 

From a slip and fall into a glass table from the second floor of her home.

The one piece of glass to her neck is what killed her.

Or should I say his pen…

“(smirk) em em em.. ahh…”

As he began to thumb through his phone book searching for every person that ever hurt him…

Then he found Turley…

The bully from high school who always used to steal his food…

With the pen in his hand he began…

To write…

Look at him cutting into that steak, devouring that plate. I hope Turley (lighting strikes) said grace cuz he’s gonna die today. He was always a glut. He saw food he couldn’t pass it up. Used to always beat me up and steal my lunch. Well this time revenge is sweet… Yea I got his favorite treat… Cheesecake. But this is not your normal cheesecake. This one has a special ingredient, rat poison. This is for all the times he embarrassed me and blackened my eye. He doesn’t remember me I’m sure so I’ll knock on his door with my surprise. Knock Knock. He opens the door… Hi I’m uhh… new to the neighborhood just thought you would like some cheesecake my wife made. “CHEESECAKE! GREAT! MY FAV! THANKS!” Well see ya later neighbor. I crept around to a window just to watch him eat. He didn’t hesitate to attack “My Wife’s” treat. Never to wake up he eventually fell asleep. The obituary reads… Rest in Pieces… Turley (lighting strikes again) 

The next day Turley was found dead…

He choked on a chicken bone and suffocated himself

It helped the author relieve a lot of stress 

Rubbing his hands together

He searches for whose next…

To be continued…

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Bee mindful… there’s sooo many bees in my backyard. They always remind me that there’s work to be done. If you’re a nature lover and or looking for ways to be mindful during this time. I’ll be sharing lots of my perspective and full sets and videos of my hikes etc. on my Patreon. Join only if you can. Much love 🖤

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