Here's my latest short story. I hope you all enjoy it:
It was late. Paul and I were sitting on a picnic table in the park. We were talking about our enemy, Joe.
"I just don't get it," Paul said angrily. "He used to be my best friend then he turned around and backstabbed me."
"Yeah," I agreed. "He's such a dink."
"And an spoiled ass," Paul added. "He seems to get every damned thing he asks for."
It was a while before I spoke. "I just don't know what to do about him," I said almost to myself.
"You know, Joe comes around to this park every morning at around 6 for his morning walk," Paul said.
"Yeah, so?" I asked.
Paul didn't reply. Instead he took out a small object.
"What's that?" again, Paul didn't reply.
Paul waited before he spoke to me. "Well, maybe there is something you can do about him."
"What, march on up to his front door and ask his mom, 'May I please resolve an issue with your son?' That's not gonna work Paul," I said sarcastically to my friend.
Paul laughed a little. "Hell, no. I mean something different," Paul mysteriously wrapped up the small object in a hankercheif.
"Like what?" instead of talking, he handed me the hankercheif with the small object inside of it.
I unwrapped it. Inside was a black jackknife.
"What do I do with it?" I asked Paul.
"Change your life," he whispered and winked.
I felt my body run cold. I shivered as I gazed up at the bright moon, which was quickly being covered by dark purple clouds of the night sky.
Neither of us said a word on the way back home. I spent a restless night. Finally at midnight, I closed my eyes and fell alseep.
I woke up at about 5:45. I knew this was the time when Joe goes for his morning walk at the park. I left the house.
When I reached the park, I saw Joe strutting along, hands in his pockets. I walked over to him.
"Hey," I said.
"Oh, hey," said Joe. "What's up?"
"You wanna sit down?" I pointed at a nearby picnic table, the same picnic table Paul and I were sitting at last night.
"Yeah, alright," said Joe.
We walked over to the table. Joe sat down, but I didn't.
I reached into my pocket and pulled out Paul's jackknife.
"What's that?" Joe asked.
"It's a jackknife," I replied.
"Oh, cool. Where'd you get it?" Joe asked me again.
I waited a few seconds to speak. "Oh, just around," I began cleaning the jackknife with a hankercheif.
It was a moment of silence before I spoke again. "Tell me, Joe. How long do you think it takes for this knife to pierce through a heart?"
"What do you mean...?" Joe seemed scared.
I slowly made my way towards him, knife in my hand. I drew the blade and smiled.
"What are you doing?" Joe's body trembled as he pushed himself against the picnic table.
"Changing my life," I whispered.