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I’ve just gotta get a message to you-ooo-uu! Hold o-on. Hold on!
Sep
Not Satisfied
to dazzle us with the summer games, now those Brits have crossed the pond to enter the only competition that counts!–The A Word with You Press writing contest: You Didn’t Write That.
Jack Horne, one of Derek Thompson’s brethren, has re-discovered us, and has something for us…a message
THE MESSAGE
by Jack Horne
Maggie read the chalked message again, ‘The Juwes are the men that will not be blamed for nothing.’ She turned back to her sniggering husband. ‘You didn’t write that…I know you didn’t, Jack.’
He nodded.
‘But why? If they find out it was you, they’ll think you’re connected in some way with these murders.’ Her scalp prickling, Maggie suddenly felt nauseous; there was something about the way he stared into her eyes. She looked away, unable to bear the cold gleam of his dark eyes any longer. She looked around at her surroundings. Was he seriously telling her that he was the one who butchered women in these squalid backstreets? Her eye fell on a piece of torn and bloody apron.
‘Yes,’ he said. ‘I wiped my hands and’ – he opened his threadbare jacket and flashed a long-bladed weapon – ‘knife on that.’
Maggie gasped. ‘No, you’re not Jack the Ripp…’ She heard heavy footsteps and spun round. She could just make out the shape of an approaching policeman.
‘I had you going there, didn’t I?’ Jack laughed. ‘We’ll tell this bobby we didn’t see or hear anything and then let’s have breakfast. I got a nice kidney for us today.’
Ooooh, I think I’d pass on the kidney. A bit scary that.
pass on the kidney only if you have nothing at steak
I love punniness.
You say that now…
The mechanics were well laid, Jack. All the thrills and a chilling ending. I remember the ripper fueled my childhood nightmares. (Childhood, who am I kidding.) Good to read you again.
Great! Doesn’t take much to get me creeped out, & this did it’s job well. The kidney pie was over the edge!
What? You expected pizza?
Eww, eww, ewwwww! Beyond words.
My my my – the Ripper at it again…now that the chills have subsided – I can face the thought of going to sleep and dreaming GOOD dreams. Plus the fact that I live on the second floor. Well Mr. Horne – glad you’re back I think…well done – yes very well done. I think I’ll stay with the fish and chips please.
Both good and offal!
It’s good to be back – great site : ) Love the kidney pie pic, lol. I have often wondered what JTR ate with the kidney, and if he invited a friend round for breakfast…
Suspenseful, scary, well written tale of Jack. Great job.
Little Jack Horne, this is no fairy tale. It cuts like a sharp ripping knife!
Wow wow wow… terror and cannibilism all in one psychopathic pundit. I think my kidneys just retracted into my cerebellum:P
Savory sick twisted terrorlishis delight in this little snack of a piece.
Love it!