Skip to main content

.

Through the Funnel

Tambry needed some help with the new baby, so she hired the girl. The girl was perfect, she could cook, clean and was perfect in handling the child.
Sometime later, the baby began to refuse to eat and had to be fed through a funnel, so the baby food would be mixed with milk and poured slowly through the funnel.
One particularly frustrating evening, as the girl was deep frying chicken in a big pot, the baby started to cry. The girl was already heating up the baby food in a pot. The girl walked over to the baby and picked her up. And then walked to the deep frying chicken. She thought to her self "I could just drop it in and run away" she came very close to doing it as the timer went off, she looked at the other pot with the baby food on the cooker and she put the baby back in the cot. She sighed. The baby food seemed warm enough. Then the baby started crying again. She got the funnel and put it in the baby's mouth. Then she went to the cooker and got the pot. She looked at the baby and whispered "I hate you" as she poured the hot oil down its throat. The baby couldn't even cry.
She smiled.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Pipe Issues

As Melinda put on the shower, the water slowly turned red. She gasped and got out of the bathroom. She went to get a drink of water from the sink and the water also turned red. Now Melinda was very worried and scared. She picked up her phone and had seen a missed call from her therapist, she dismissed it and proceeded to call the plumber. He arrived and she told him the entire ordeal. He said the pipes might have some issues. They then proceeded to the tank where the water was stored. The plumber moved to take a look into the tank and gasped with fear. Suddenly and without warning, he was beaten to a pulp, his head smashed, and thrown into the tank landing on top of another body. Melinda looked in the tank and said - "So that's why it's red, I really should stop forgetting where I dump bodies"

A Man Walks Into a House

A man walks into a house. He sees 2 babies in different cots - one blue and one pink. The man's arrival seems to have woken one of the babies as it is now crying at the top of it lungs, but no one else in the house responds. It seems like the parents of the babies are not in the house. There is no evidence to suggest that this man has encountered this family before, but he goes on to carry the crying baby. He holds the baby with so much care, it could be his own. His face remains expressionless as he lays the baby down into an industrial blender on the ground in the store room. It is unclear why this family has an industrial blender in their house, but the man doesn't seem to mind. He turns it on. The piercing wails of the innocent infant he just sentenced to an untimely death does not seem to faze him, and if it does, he doesn't show it. He goes to the kitchen for 2 minutes and comes back with a cup of coffee - decaf. He turns off the blender and looks inside to see a

Oedipus

Brandon was a very socially introverted person. The only friend he had was his mother. She was always there for him through thick and thin. He shared his deepest and weirdest secrets with her. Some weirder than usual. Brandon and his mom were so close that if she was younger, you'd have mistaken them for a couple. She knew her son wasn't mentally stable and wanted to help. His dad was aware of that. Everytime Brandon saw his mom and dad together he seemed to smile and look happy. It appeared he was showing progress. He even befriended the mailman. One morning, Brandon was eating breakfast - feeling better than usual. His mom noticed that and asked what happened, he said "today's a big day for me!". She didn't understand but felt happy for Brandon as he went off to school. His mom couldn't help but worry about Brandon. Then suddenly, she heard all the doors locking and gasoline being poured into the house. Brandon's dad wasn't around that day, s