Sunday AfternoonA Story by Raven WyntermoonMrs. Everclear woke up one morning and realized that she no longer needed her husband. Men have become useless in this day and age. So she tied him up, stuffed him in a burlap bag, beat him down with a baseball bat and drove to the nearest cliff. After disposing him, she returned home and enjoyed a peaceful afternoon over a piping hot cup of tea. She took a deep sigh and said sweetly, "Ahhhh...this is how it should have always been."
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StatsAuthorRaven WyntermoonPhiladelphia, PAAboutI enjoy dark humor and see the funny in life. I do not like to explain my writing as I enjoy reader's to interpret my writings first. However, I am game for a good discussion. Feel free to email me a.. more..Writing
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