A story I wrote for class *Excess B&G*
The mind of a psycho doesn’t have to be shown in the open. Could be kept to ones self without following through. A curse of the mind who has seen too much horror that they are able to just picture the death of a person almost anywhere. Even if it is just an accident. Any place at any time could become another’s demise. Even in a laundry-mat.

To think of such ideas is usually profound but I find it simple. Just by sitting on the chair playing my games the ideas came to mind. The odd and simple which would require bad luck could be like the light fixtures falling due to possible mice or wear and tear. The head of the departed broken open by the weight of the object falling onto their head. Send...

A story I wrote for class *Excess B&G*
The mind of a psycho doesn’t have to be shown in the open. Could be kept to ones self without following through. A curse of the mind who has seen too much horror that they are able to just picture the death of a person almost anywhere. Even if it is just an accident. Any place at any time could become another’s demise. Even in a laundry-mat.

To think of such ideas is usually profound but I find it simple. Just by sitting on the chair playing my games the ideas came to mind. The odd and simple which would require bad luck could be like the light fixtures falling due to possible mice or wear and tear. The head of the departed broken open by the weight of the object falling onto their head. Sending a jolt through the mind just as the glass cuts the skin and one just manages to pass through the broken shards of the skull to pierce into the brain to cause bleeding, trauma, and more than likely death.

Other thoughts had come to my mind that could be more odd. Like someone being pushed into a washing machine. Having it lock as it sits on there. The person stuck inside looking out as you walk away. The oxygen being replaced with water as they are soon to drown. Add in some laundry soap and you added poison to the mixture. Turn it on warm or hot water to add burning to the ingredients. Watch them gasping for breath while their bodies are rolling there within the hot water. Flesh turning red and over time ready to blister. Water taking place of air within the lungs and splashing soap into their eyes. They struggle and pound on the glass with no way out.

Some other ideas could come to one’s head like a simple stacked washing machine which is suppose to take many more pounds than a normal washer. Just picturing it somehow being faulty and crashing onto the unsuspecting bystander who just wanted to clean their clothing. Putting in their whole family’s wardrobe into one washer and paying the money needed. The heavy-duty machine shaking just as they are ready to turn and walk away. Somehow things break lose and it ends up falling forward. Seeing the body crushed under the weight. Skull then spine and ribs are the first to shatter. Lungs and heart being pierced by bone of the one who just passed. The air pockets within the body being expelled at once almost similar to a body spray can being stomped on. The shirt and pants now covered in the red blood. Not everything is that simple when it comes to the death of a person. Sometimes it takes more creativity to come up with a death.

“It’s time to go. Our wash is done. Time to go get dinner!”

“Coming mom! Can we get Yogurt Factory?”

“Sure. Let’s hurry before your dad get’s home from work for dinner.”

My mind may be crazy but I never follow through. Or at least. No one has found me out yet.