Humpday Promotions: The Lot on Route 6: Page 10

Kill for me. A terrifying request, but Gavin will take this request and do his best to complete it. He will suffer. He will reach the edge of his sanity. He will live in pain. But he will do all he can do to protect the people and the town he loves.






*About to get gruesome and there is going to be some language.

I don’t write love stories. Just a warning.*

Gavin stepped back, wiping a mess of blood, brain, and bone off his face, trying to keep his stomach from flinging itself upwards and out of his mouth. He slipped as he stepped back, caught himself, and then, when he was on two steady feet. He looked at the ground. Puke, the bit he had been fighting, raced up and out of his mouth when he saw one of Fred’s squished eyeballs staring up at him.

“I can’t fucking do this! I can’t. This it too much!” Gavin screamed this at the trees as he wiped the puke from his mouth. “Fuck you!”

After this tirade, a shooting pain exploded inside Gavin’s brain. He dropped to his knees and held his head while an image formed inside it. It was his town and it was burning, but this time he not only saw it burning, he heard the screams of those dying an agonizing death. It was those screams that gave him the strength to push up from his knees.

“Fine! Have it your way!” He screamed this at the trees after flipping them off. He retrieved his axe and started chopping.

An hour later, the trees were fed, the truck was under water and Gavin had finished concealing the scene of the crime. No one would be the wiser if they stopped by for a casual visit, because Gavin had made a small parking lot out of gravel. The gravel helped to conceal each crime because, when the murder was over, there was always a mess. Humans tend to make a mess when they are split apart like a deer during hunting season. A quick bag of gravel or two, maybe three, and the parking area was pristine again, ready for fresh meat. Gavin might have been a lot of things, but sloppy wasn’t one of them.

As the day drew to a close, Gavin retreated back to his shack, his home, and it was his home now. No use hiding the fact. There was no way he could go back to town, go back to his old life, his smart home, his bed, his TV and unwatched shows. This was now his life and current future and he would just have to make do with what it was. He collapsed into a corner and let his body fall limp against the wall. He tried not to think of the murders, the thoughts of the lives he had ended, tried not to think of things they would never accomplish, never see, never see, but it was no use. His conscience wouldn’t let him forget what he had done. All he could do was sit in the corner, cry, sob, bang his head against the wall, occasionally piss his pants (he was beyond caring about bodily functions), and pray that all of this would be over soon. He wasn’t sure he could keep doing it, but he knew he would and he knew he would have to. It was his duty and his burden to bear. He heard the trees rustle outside. It sounded like laughter. They were laughing at his pain.

“Shut up! Shut the fuck up! Shut up!” He screamed this at the trees and then started to shake and spasm. He continued doings this until he passed out from exhaustion. But the voices didn’t stay silent. His dreams were filled with nightmares and tortured screams.


I recently published this novella or short story, depending on how you look at it, and I wanted to promote it. So, my brain got to thinking, and my brain came up with three ways you can enjoy this story (if you want to read it).

  1. Tune in every Wednesday and read it page by page until it is completed.
  2. Send me an email: In the header put: I would love to review it. Then let me know what you use to read ebooks: Kindle or Something Else. I will send it to you and all I ask is for you to give me a fair and honest review.
  3. If you are able to buy it and do want to support me the links to purchase the story are posted above.

Thanks again for all the support. I promise Poetry and Haiku as much as I can, but I hope you stick with me each Wednesday as I branch off into something a bit different. And if you missed a page look for the story underneath the Hump Day Promotions category. You are now free to move around the blog.


2 thoughts on “Humpday Promotions: The Lot on Route 6: Page 10

Comments are closed.