Literature
Ember - Contest entry
I feel the hatred boil up inside me, just like an overflowing pot.
I scream, and lash out.
The water drips out and down the side of the cooking utensil.
Then I smell it.
The metallic liquid, dripping to the floor, finally free of the tight and cramped place known to man as "The Human Body".
I scream obscenities, one after another.
The boilers on the stove sizzle loudly, like an alarm.
The loud thump as the corpse hits the floor does not satisfy me,
even though I thought it would.
...The pot falls off the stove and scalds the person nearby, burning that girl lightly, the wound soon to heal.
At least, that's the way I wish it