So many great stories this week.  I'm glad I didn't have to judge.  Let's see what guest judge Stacy Bennett-Hoyt had to say

Thanks, Wakefield, for a great prompt.  And I want to thank everyone who wrote for your delightful entries!  I had a great time reading them all.
@etcet|Rafe 
@theglitterlady|Stevie McCoy 
@jezri1|Lisa McCourt Hollar 
@SweetSheil|Sheilagh Lee 
@DavidALudwig|David A. Ludwig
@WakefieldMahon|Wakefield Mahon 
@LupusAnthropos|Lupus Anthropos
@SiobhanMuir|Siobhan Muir 
@klingorengi|Jeffrey Hollar 
@rastrohman|Ryan Strohman 
@solimond|Nellie 
@MLGammella|ML Gammella 
@etcet|Rafe
Awesome last line:  “an irony that was so old it had rusted through.”  
@theglitterlady|Stevie McCoy 
Most embarrassing predicament! I felt really awkward for the poor guy.  
@SweetSheil|Sheilagh Lee 
Poor Reilly, she really broke his heart.  
@DavidALudwig|David A. Ludwig 
Be careful who you screw, or screw over – it’ll get you in the end.  
@WakefieldMahon|Wakefield Mahon 
Even in Biblical times, the customer is always right.  
@LupusAnthropos|Lupus Anthropos 
A sad tale of bullying by the bullied. Where will it end?  
@solimond|Nellie 
Corruption is everywhere, even in the fantastical realms.  
@MLGammella|ML Gammella 
Nice char development.  Is there a brewing romance here? I’d like to think so.

Honorable Mentions

@klingorengi|Jeffrey Hollar 
Wow!  Talk about regrets.  So poignant, ripped my heart out.  
@rastrohman|Ryan Strohman 
What a sad twist, a bully who really isn’t.  
@SiobhanMuir|Siobhan Muir 
Best Girl Power Story!  Love kick-ass females. You go, girls!!  

Winner

@jezri1|Lisa McCourt Hollar   I can't help it, I love this piece! So twisted, so psychotic, so delusional. Yet totally rational if you believe in mother ships, Santa Claus  and the Evil Girl Next Door.

The Winning Story

Psycho Babble
By Lisa McCourt Hollar

I should have been nicer to him. That’s always been a problem for me. If I hate someone, I can’t just make nice and pretend otherwise. I’m not a hypocrite and this is something I’ve always been proud of. Until now. Now, my animosity towards Richard could be my undoing. I’m the only one that hated him enough, to want to see him dead. Since he was now lying on the floor of my kitchen, with a cleaver through his head, it made sense that I would be the obvious suspect.
Okay, yes, I killed him, but does that mean I should go to prison for the rest of my life? The man was an asshole and a bastard asshole at that. And I’m not the only one that hated him. I’m just the only one that told him I would see him rot in hell. See, I’m not that smart. I should have just thought it in my head. But then again, they would have read my thoughts and known. There’s no place for private thought anymore.

Even then, it might have only been talk, but the man showed up in my kitchen. I was cutting letters out of a magazine, when I heard the door open behind me. First thing I thought was it was a home invasion. I had a friend that was taken by Big Brother. They sent her to some reprogramming center and brainwashed her. That’s the only thing that explains how she turned on me, testifying for those social workers and helping them take my kids. Told them I was crazy, she did. That bitch. Well, I showed her, ummm, I mean, she disappeared. No one knows what happened to her.

So Richard comes sneaking in my back door, probably planning on raping me, or tying me up and selling me to his alien friends…did I mention, he’s not human? So I reached for the cleaver…it’s always where I can get to it, turned and swung. Bye bye Richard.

But now I have a problem. At first I expected the mother ship to come swooping down, or to be beamed up into space. But nothing happened. I haven’t even seen any signs of the G-men and I know our government is working with them, subduing us all into submission. It’s working too. It amazes me how little anyone questions things anymore. But they will be here, unless I divert attention to someone else.

I finish cutting out the letters and paste them onto the paper, being careful to use water and not my own saliva. Then I put it in the mail. It is addressed to Santa Clause. He works for the government you know. I’ve told him Richard can be found at my neighbors, Suzie Carmichael. She’s an alien too, disguised as a little girl. Little cunt has the whole neighborhood fooled, except for me. But everyone will know what she is, once they find Richard’s head in her toybox. Heh heh heh.
 


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