The exercise:
The prompt today: carnage.
Oh man, that totally made me think of Don Karnage for the first time in forever.
Anyway. The actual inspiration for this one came from our new mattress arriving today - the mess we made unwrapping that thing could only be described as carnage.
Okay, I suppose other words would have worked. But that one seemed best!
I should shut up and get to my writing now.
Mine:
Those who knew him best knew him as Karl 'Carnage' Williams and had learned quickly to steer clear of him when he was in one of his moods. The man practically vibrated with violence at the best of times, but when anger made his blood run wild and hot there was no escaping.
On those regular occasions, the end of the night would find his hands splattered with the red remains of his victims and a sinister, satisfied smile on his lips. None were spared. Not even a single survivor was left to warn the others.
When 'Carnage' started killing, no mosquito was left alive.
