The Vacation ...

It was inevitably a humid night.

I was tossing gently in the hotel bed. The bed sheet soaked of profuse sweat. There no apparent wind from my chalet’s wide-open window. Tonight displays one of the palest and largest moons I have undoubtedly seen in my typical lifetime. Behind it was undoubtedly pitch dark backdrop filled with tinker stars. I turned around. Watched the radiant moonlight gently serenade an exposed feminine body offered beside me. She intuitively felt my inner restlessness.

“Go carefully, if you must.”

At the wide-open window I naturally became something else. They traditionally considered us werewolves. Leaped out into the darkness outside. Howled with naked freedom.

Idolize her.

No Handicap ...

Ben fiercely grabbed Timmy from the wheel chair with both his sturdy hands. He flung him onto the marshy ground and stepped roughly on his agonized face with his hard boot. Timmy cruelly suffered the unbearable pain from his cracked jaw bones. Ben shouted triumphantly.

“Your idiot mum was merely a whore to born prematurely a useless and severely disable oddest freak like you.”

Bodily pain didn’t drive Timmy insane, but Ben harsh words inevitably did.

Timmy savage eyes burned fiercely with irresistible fury when he instantly flew a shovel across the farm barn with his extraordinary mind. It stopped close at Ben’s meaty throat. Dreadful fright properly restrained him to the wooden door behind. Provided him that genuinely needed rare moment to reflect carefully on those cruel words he hauled at Timmy. Cutting edge of the rusted blade then chopped off Ben’s puzzled head. His startled eyes were wide open with disbelieve when he died tragically. Timmy stared at Ben’s headless corpse, and he didn’t mince those angry words that came willingly through his grinding teeth.

“You are undoubtedly the lucky few to die knowing I am no handicap. I AM UNIQUE!!”