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Horror Poetry: Dark Verse

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Writing Challenge: A Voice Certain of Its Innocence

Let your narrator speak with total confidence.

Of course they were justified. Anyone would have done the same.


No confessions.

No guilt.

No apologies.


The real terror slips in through the logic—the calm, convincing way they explain themselves.

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JB Wocoski
7 hours ago

The Horror of the Pickle Murder


Yes, she had to die,

you asked me why?

I must admit to you,

It's not because of

anything she did.

But rather because

of what she didn't do.


Everyday of the year

for the last twenty years,

since I was diagnosed

with high blood pressure,

she refused to give me

a dill pickle with my

lunch or supper.


And she would sit there

across from me slurping

and crunching, teasing me,

as she ate her dill pickle.

So I got up and crossed

to the stove, picked up the pan

and bashed her head in.


And I ate her pickle, it was good.

I pray they have pickles in prison.

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(Crazy note: this is fiction, but pre-internet and mostly forgotten. In the 1950s, 1960s and 70s, we had lots of crazy murders similar this one in Connecticut.)

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