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Murder in My Kitchen

March 27, 2014
By AHulsey SILVER, Troy, Texas
AHulsey SILVER, Troy, Texas
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Favorite Quote:
&quot;There are far better things ahead than any we leave behind,&quot;<br /> - C.S. Lewis


The mistress waited in the shadows, her eyes stalking her prey. She was still as she watched – never once risking even a flinch. Caught up in his selfish desires and motivated only by instinct, he found himself staring into the face of death for the first and last time. Her grace and beauty were enigmatic, and I couldn’t help but watch in awe as she began to move slowly toward the helpless victim trapped in the snare she’d created. He moved rapidly about, tiring his muscles completely. She was strong and powerful; he was at her mercy and would gain nothing by pleading for his life.

She wrapped him up despite his struggle and was patient, working methodically. Even when it looked as though he could overpower her, she was still in control. She’d done this a thousand times or more – it was her lifeline. She thrived on death. Without it, she could not survive, and that was all that mattered. She drew them in and let them capture themselves – no use getting involved in the messy work – and she would do the rest. It came naturally to her, and she’d mastered the art.

His final cries could still be heard as he neared his end. He was foolish for even trying. Her mind had been made up even before he’d been caught. Once in her clutches, he was destined to die at her hand, and hoping for even the slightest chance of escape was beyond reasonable. It was pure insanity. Before closing off his head, she injected him with her poison – a mixture specifically designed with those like him in mind. I couldn’t help but grin at the sight. It looked as though she was bestowing him with a thousand kisses as she signed his death certificate. His voice grew weak, his body limp, and the deed was done. She was victorious.
She basked in the glory of her kill once again. I’d seen her as insignificant before, but I now saw her as a symbol of power and control. She was incredible, and I silently applauded her for her work as she dragged him back into the shadows to feast on her trophy. I then left her to her business. She’d won my respect, and that was all that mattered.


The author's comments:
This is actually about a spider and a fly caught in her web. I watched them for an hour, completely mesmerized by the beauty of nature at work in my windowsill.

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Dujjo BRONZE said...
on Apr. 11 2014 at 4:56 pm
Dujjo BRONZE, Glasgow, Kentucky
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Favorite Quote:
&quot;Does giving really mean hospitality, Or does caring for people? I think the latter. &quot;<br /> I know it&#039;s a random quote but I love it all the same!!!

OMG!!! Don't call me stupid, but I read the story and then the note so I was kinda confused. Especially when you said 'she dragged him into the shadows to feast on her trophey'. LOL But anyways, I thought it was really interesting and different. I'm always looking for writing that's out-of-the-blue like this and I loved it! keep up the good work!

on Apr. 1 2014 at 7:05 pm
LindsayM. BRONZE, River Vale, New Jersey
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Wow! Really interesting perspective.