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Death Wanted a Murder


Death needed a murder. Death needed a murder that night. Death simply wanted a human body, any human body, still and stiff and void of all life. Death needed that body to fall and fall hard. The body just had to be lifeless. It would have accepted a body shot, stabbed, battered, bludgeoned or any other way it could have been rendered inoperative. For some odd reason, Death was greedy that night. It was licking its chops for a corpse. It was waiting earnestly for a murder to take place.

Death did not want someone to die from a chronic heart condition, or natural causes. Death didn't want a stillborn at a birthing process. Death did not want an accidental shooting, or drowning. Death was in the mood for a cold blooded murder. Death was so use to murder it really wanted one before the next morning's autopsy. That's just how death felt. Every other feeling could take a flying leap out the window.

Death would have been blessed if it was a double homicide where no one was guaranteed to survive. The bullets racing toward a vital organ and making the victim or victims collapse to the cement gasping for breath and watching his pathetic life pass before his eyes.

Death was up and wide awake until it got its murder. The need for a murder was evident that night, when it began cursing and praying at an overdose victim in the PT Barnum Housing Projects to pull through and live. Death didn't want anyone to die that way. It had to be violent and gruesome with blood splattering all over the walls, or floors or even the asphalt. Death wanted shell casings to be scattered all over the room and the desire to see a chalk marking the floor where the bodies fell. The paramedics would arrive just to pick up corpses.

Death all in all, just wanted a murder. The frustration of waiting was eating away at death. Life was difficult living, but it would always put up a good fight. It never just went down without a courageous battle. Death just wanted a little more cooperation and consideration from life. Just a little.

© 2017 Frank Atanacio


Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on February 05, 2018:

thank you Wolf...

Wolff33 on February 05, 2018:

I can't believe how steady and horrific this short piece was, very well written Frank Attanasio

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on December 12, 2017:

Thank you so much Nikki for the offer.. maybe I would try it..LOL Patricia thanks for the comment and Amarpreet thanks for visiting bless you guys

Nikki Khan from London on December 12, 2017:

Thanks Frank for liking my line “Cold Stone hands”.

May be you can write some poetry on this or prose may be.

Let’s see how you describe it in best way?

Many Blessings.

Patricia Scott from North Central Florida on December 12, 2017:

Yes....sometimes it seems Death does want just that---a gruesome violent blood-spattering murder. The irony is (and no doubt purposefully) you gave life to Death. It was a living breathing character in this piece you shared. Succinct and powerful. Angels are on the way this morning ps

Amarpreet kaur from India on December 11, 2017:

Amazing hub !

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on December 07, 2017:

I like that Nikki Khan " cold stone hands... "

Nikki Khan from London on December 07, 2017:

Wow,,what an interesting written story,,death is famous for its cold stone hands,no one can run away from.Your style of creating pressure is wonderful.Enjoyed a lot reading brutal mission of death.

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on December 07, 2017:

thank you Nell Rose

Nell Rose from England on December 06, 2017:

Ooh, chilling! you always manage to grab the tension and throw it our way! nice one!

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on December 06, 2017:

lol... silly bro

jgshorebird on December 06, 2017:

Okay, where's the rest of the novel a**hole. I'll buy. Stop this teasing.

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on December 05, 2017:

thank you so much Eric, Billybuc, Mantita, Genna East and Flourish oh and Shyron for supporting my flash fiction bless you all

Eric Dierker from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A. on December 05, 2017:

Frank I always did like the two phrases of; "knocking on deaths door" and "Cheating death". No longer, thanks for clearing it up.

Bill Holland from Olympia, WA on December 05, 2017:

Natalie Frank on HP just posted an article with five sites for flash fiction contests....you would win one of them, I'm sure.

Clive Williams from Jamaica on December 05, 2017:

Death always wins in the end. Life and Death are buddies. Death wants a murder and so life allows a murder.

FlourishAnyway from USA on December 05, 2017:

Death personified and hungry for something specific. I like it.

Shyron E Shenko from Texas on December 04, 2017:

Wow Frank, this is a new way of looking at death and understanding the absolute goals of the grim-reaper perfect description of death seeking life.

Blessings my friend, I missed your writing.

manatita44 from london on December 04, 2017:

Awesome way of looking at it and very original. I like it. Cool!

Genna East from Massachusetts, USA on December 04, 2017:

When I read this I immediately thought of those who love watching television programs with violent deaths/murders...and those who slow down on a busy highway and crane their necks to catch a glimmer of the aftermath of a gruesome traffic accident. This is one thoughtful hub, Frank, with some intriguing metaphors.

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on December 04, 2017:

thank you hari.. good comment

Hari Prasad S from Bangalore on December 04, 2017:


Death never wants it's victim 'life' to get relief.

For its relief, is in watching the struggle of life, to live.

- hari

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