Mrs. Defeat's Deaths: A Narrative Fiction

The footsteps reached his door. There was a barely perceptible pause, then the door creaked open loudly. David shrieked as a dark shadow threw itself at him, passing through him as a gust of poisonous air.

He eventually makes it home and uses his newly acquired determination and patience to slay his wife’s overstepping suitors (“The

An urge to run came over him. When he willed himself to move, his limbs stiffened rendering him immobile. Then right before his eyes, a cloaked entity revealed itself. Its predatory crimson eyes glared back at him as it seized him by the neck with its claws piercing his flesh..

the monster; he seemed to jeer, as with his fiendish finger he pointed towards the corpse of my dead

"Learn to do good, see justice, correct oppression: bring justice to the fatherless. Plead the widow’s cause." Isaiah 1:17 this is just one of many biblical refrences towards the word and action of "Justice". Since the begining of mankind, with Adam and Eve , two biblical characters, justice began in an act that provoked punishent forever towards the two ater eating a forbiden fruit. Justice has always came in different forms and definitions, the one things certain about justice has always been that in every different view and perpective it has carried the same core meaning. If you asked anyone what justice meant to them they would say words like, equal, just,

His stomach was rotten, his chest was tight, and his legs could no longer move. He had been shocked at what he had just seen. It must have been a metamorphic transformation. His body began to tremble as a very terrifying reality engulfed him. Frozen against the carved mahogany staircase his eyes strained excruciatingly wide, imprisoned by the vision before him. Floating in the air was a deeply victimised entity that anchored itself around him with the thirst of revenge. Its vengeance had been astray till

writhing body there was no longer an inch of foothold on the firm floor of the

He took the long way home so he wouldn’t have to help with dinner. He would be scolded for it but he didn’t care. On his way he saw Mrs. Penny watering her daisies. He kicked her pots over and ran away before she could react.

So the next day the woodcutter’s wife hid some of the food to make it look as if they only had enough food for the next 3 days. When dusk fell the family got ready for bed. The wife had decided night was the best time to discuss her idea with her

He was so puzzled from seeing the mysterious door that he had forgotten about the voice that had come from nowhere. The first thing he thought to do was to look around for anyone and then hop in. He assumed that it was just the electrical system for the ride but he still wanted to explore. In his mind he was saying, “look before he leaped” but he didn’t, he just opened it slowly, while closing his eyes and hopped in. He fell and fell and fell and fell. For it seemed like three weeks of falling. Down, down, down and down he went until…

Then a head appeared, and two hands seized the leather straps hanging on either side of the door and slowly pulled up an enormous body, whose feet striking on the step, sounded like two canes. When the man had hoisted his torso into the compartment I noticed, at the loose edge of his trousers, the end of a wooden leg, which was soon followed by its mate. A head appeared behind

I slowly walked into the kitchen and looked around. Then I saw it, the skeleton was outside clinging on the backdoor, his bony jaw moving up and down laughing at me. I started backing up slowly towards the hallway that led to the stairs. I was almost there when I turned around and heard another crash. The back door flew open and the skeleton was gone.

“You didn’t have to leave.” His voice was a low growl, and it just caused her grin to grow, her head to tilt. “You could have stayed with us, you were safe with us!”

He fell to the ground. Minutes past and not a single muscle moved within his body. A half an hour later, Jack and Johnna came back, bewildered to the fact that their brains were about to fry, hoping an answer lied through the door. But, instead they were shook as they opened the door.

He gets no response, then hears a dull thud of a door closing. He quickly checks his surroundings and finds only 1 door, that leads to a cellar. He approaches quietly, opens the door and shines his flashlight through. Slowly he walks down the stairs. He stops when he reaches the floor and shines his light on an object at the far side of the room. It was a bag. He slowly as he approached it and opened it. What he saw made him start to gasp until his breath was knocked out of him. He tried to yell but only accomplished a small peep. Struggling to break free from the killers grasp, but was rewarded with a large thump on his head, then he was out cold.