Welp. Decided to write a short story. Sat down and hammered out 2300 words in one shot. It's pretty gruesome, somewhat graphic. Read on, if you feel like it. Leave a rating, short critique, and a short story of your own (less than 2500 words), and I'll return the favor.
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The ice was a lot thicker on the stairs than I thought it would be. Winter in this part of the world was a lot harsher than where I was from, but I had always been steady on my feet. I stepped lightly, feeling the cheap boards bend under my weight, the ice crackling in the still night. Snow was falling, thick enough that it almost obscured the mobile home in the next lot over.
Yellow light pushed out of the windows, dirty and covered over with bedsheets as curtains. Mounds of trash sat on the porch; broken toys, broken dishes, broken computers, and black bags of refuse collected the snow as it fell. Inside, I could hear a low rumble of a man's voice talking, and the nasally response of a woman within. I paused in front of the door, listening to their conversation. I couldn't make out much of it, but what I could hear was about some sort of occult bullshit. He always loved playing the teacher.
I could smell the cat and dog piss, even from outside. The slatted window on the door was cracked just enough that the warm, wet air assaulted my nose as I stood there. The screen door lay off to the side, a bent and crumpled heap, barely visible under the previous snowfall. I reached to my right hip, feeling the comforting weight of the handgun there. On my left, as corny and stupid as it seemed, even to me, hung a sword, a knock-off katana that nonetheless was sturdy enough to survive actually being used. A roll of duct tape sat around the handle.
I took a deep breath and raised my fist, wrapped as it was in a leather glove, to pound on the door. I paused again, listening. In the background, I could hear a television playing. Some movie of some sort, with sirens and gunfire and shouting. Not a kid's movie. Hopefully, she wasn't here. I didn't need her seeing what I was about to do.