Credentials: I am an English Major with a minor in Communications. I am also both a professional and freelance writer, and I have published many articles and one book. I began writing fiction stories around 15 years ago, and I feel like I have really refined my work, and have elected to share the first chapter of a story that I'm working on. Let me know what you think!
It was a dark, black night, that was utterly pitch black like the blackest African ever. A full moon shone over the watery lake. A car drove up to the lake, and came to a stop when it stopped. Two men were in the car. One of the men looked like a guy, and the other one looked similar. One of the men had a face, and so did the other one. Both men stepped out of the car, but not before opening the car doors. They closed the doors. "We did it." one of the men said. "Yeah we did." the other man said. They went around to the trunk of the car, which was at the back of the car. They opened the trunk and pulled out a sack with ropes tied around in it. The sack was kind of bloody, but not really. The men hoisted up the sack, and it was very heavy, as if it had a dead person in it, which it did. "Good bye, Leonard." one the men said (not the dead man). The two alive men threw the sack into the lake, where it sunk like a rock, or a very heavy object.
"We must never speak of this to anybody." One of the men said to the other, not to the dead man, because the dead man was in the lake and wouldn't be able to hear. The other guy nodded, and pulled out his cigarette. He lit the cigarette and said "Damn." The first guy said "Swear you won't snitch. We just got away clean."
"What?" The other guy said, "You don't trust me? Listen, bud, we're in this together now, so I should be asking you not to snitch, but you don't hear me sayin' that shit, now do ya?"
"Yeah, just I ain't ever killed anyone before. I'm a bit freaked out. I keep thinking..."
"Well, fucking stop thinking. That's what fucks things up when you kill someone. You think 'oh, I need to confess this to my fucking priest' or something, and badda-boom, you land me in the fuckin' tank again."
"I said I was sorry for getting you sent to prison the first time."
"Yeah... about that. Remember when I said you'd pay for that?"
"Yeah, I remember that, so I was really surprised that you asked me to murder Leonard and then come out here with you instead of vice-versa, because you know, it would've made way more sense to kill me instead and OH SHIT."
"What's the matter?"
"PLEASE DON'T KILL ME, I HAVE A GIRLFRIEND AND SHE'S ALMOST OUT OF HIGH SCHOOL." (He was 34 years old)
Then the bullet came out of nowhere.
Only one man stood. The other lay dead.
The man standing continued to smoke his cigarette. "Well, that was the perfect crime. I'm glad there were no witnesses to see me, Robert Planter III, commit either of these first-degree murders."
Suddenly, he looked up and saw a cat in the tree. The cat looked at him with it's cat-like eyes and they seemed to be glowing. The cat quickly jumped from one branch to another with the agility of a cat. The cat continued to stare at him. He looked back at the cat and remembered a story that his aunt used to tell him before bedtime when he was younger, like during his 20s. She said "There is a black cat in the woods, and he stares at you with his green eyes and it means you're going to die." and the guy in the past was like "Why would you tell me a story like that before bed? That's fucked up. I don't think you're really my aunt. Why did you come through the window?" In the present, though, he just stared at the cat. The cat stared at him with it's bright orange eyes, and he knew it meant certain death. Then he heard a voice say "I heard you were allergic to peanut butter..."
Then he turned and saw a man completely covered in peanut butter.
Any comments, criticisms or praise is welcomed. Thanks!