Short story from James Kowalczyk

 

Another Year, Another Victim

Next Stop: Hell

January 1st, 2013

To be god is everything. It has been three months, two weeks, one day, and four hours. And the rain continues to weather my powers. Our head hurts. Dull and rusty, it is the same razor I’ve been carving myself with for days. The pain; however, fails to escape. The second body was found yesterday. The television said it was difficult to identify. It must be protoplasm in black goo by now. He was as a stick, when it meets vertically with mud, stuck feet first in the flats off Skagg Island next to the freeway. I had wrapped him tightly. I am getting better. I will remove the teeth before I plant the next one. For now, I will sleep. There is much work to do in the morning.

February 29th, 2013

The messenger to told me-never disobey a direct order. Once instructed, to its fruition the task must be carried out. Which can be low-hanging like an individual’s head when in the neutral position? The division of unity or the upright circle from which hangs a profound ignorance is a fact.

March 20th, 2013

Competent imbecilic behavior makes me an efficient drone. Unlike the other worker bees, all five of my eyes are functional. My boss is impressed with my fabricated ignorance but he must be eliminated. His murmuring has reached perfect pitch. He is talking about me, again. I am the alpha and the omega. At lunch I will eat his heart. And his soul will descend by the day’s end.

April 31st, 2013

It is known that unless the bidding begins at three, the result will be disappointing at best. Rather than jump, the grasshopper slithers like the rainbow slipping behind the mountain so as to never be noticed when the hunger is forced. Living with the sheer is never easy.

May 27th, 2013

At the barbeque, the meat was tender. I have perfected my technique with muscles and tendons. Brother was foolish to upset me. His teeth were difficult to extract. My envoy to the bliss abyss has arrived. Soon the little death will embrace me.

 September 31st

As the moons glows beneath the heaven that will hold us, it glows over a Nebraska plain while the California Zephyr delights in itself. Westerly influences speak to long- term change within and the aftermath mixes with excess and blood.