100 Words On Saturday



100 Words On Saturday 10 Prompt: DARK SECRETS



Way back in 1963
Jody was a bride-to-be,
Innocent, without a clue
So eager to rush and say I do,
Bob charmed her with empty praise
Leaving her in a foggy daze,
Her fiancé was a great big fake
Nothing but a lying snake,
He played women like a sport
With a different girl in every port,
On the morning of the wedding day
Jody found Bob making out with Kay,
She grabbed a gun and shot them dead
A bullet each right through the head,
They tumbled from the bed onto the floor
Poor Jody isn’t innocent any more.

Comments

  1. Grace Grits and GardeningMay 11, 2013 at 10:31 AM

    Whoa. Don't be messing with Jody! Snakes get what they deserve...

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  2. Catch My WordsMay 11, 2013 at 1:46 PM

    Pretty dark story. I'm glad you used the picture prompt too. I don't think we were supposed to, but I used it thinking we were. Maybe you and I are the only ones who did this right after all?

    http://joycelansky.blogspot.com/2013/05/100-words-on-saturday-week-10.html

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    1. UnknownMay 11, 2013 at 2:58 PM

      That photo of the bride just cried out for a story, didn't it, Joyce?

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  3. UnknownMay 11, 2013 at 8:14 PM

    WOW, awesome story!! I love it!

    Kathy
    http://gigglingtruckerswife.blogspot.com

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  4. Bhavya NMay 12, 2013 at 5:06 AM

    Wow! That is one dark and brilliant story !!

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  5. Corinne RodriguesMay 14, 2013 at 6:07 AM

    Oh dear! Bob certainly had it coming, didn't he? ;)

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  6. SuzyMay 16, 2013 at 3:16 AM

    Loved your dark story - very cleverly done. Yep that photo did cry out for a story. I don't like snakes.

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