Chainsaw Cutting Crooked Novels & Stories

I huffed a laugh. “Good job,” I praised, noting the way his face flushed a bit. God, he was so easy. I continued after he muttered a thanks under his breath, “You were close, but not quite.” “Cutting off her middle finger would be stressful because of its position and the item we're using. Not to mention it'd be a bitch to treat. You understand?” I waved the garden shears in my hands, and he nodded in understanding. “In that case, it'd be easier to get rid of the…” I trailed off, waving my hand in a gesture that meant he was meant to finish my sentence.

I pushed my chair even jumping on it backwards until I got to the drawer, I stretched my hand the best I could when I felt a sharp cut. Shit it was a knife and I was it’s first victim, I take my mind of the cut and make my way around, launching the chair backward and causing it to lean on the drawers. My hands get closer to the handle making sure to stay away from the sharp edges until I was able to grab it.

The first round punched our fore ripple, hissed through nothing useful, and made Freckles swear he’d felt it part his hair. “Hold your head still, and it won’t have to choose,” Jas advised. He waited, waited, eyes half lidded like a cat pretending sleep, then snapped the lanyard. Our chain huffed into the cold air, kissed water, and skated across the seam into the cutter’s path. The lead boat tried to lift her nose over it and failed. Chain bit bow, then dove, the cold water dragging it down where warm couldn’t help. The cutter slowed a fraction, not enough to shame her, just enough to make her pretty angle go wrong. “Reload,” Kade said. Calm. Funeral calm.

His head hung low as painful moans escaped his mouth. Abel lifts his head, Angelo droopy eyes meeting mine. Locking the chain brake I turn on the choke and push the primer button 4-6 times, I lay the chainsaw flat on the ground using my foot as I brace the chainsaw, leaning my weight on it to hold it in place then I pull the starter rope a few times until the engine starts. I bring the blade up to speed the sharp ends running, ready to cut through anything. The sound of the engine roaring consumes the silences. "Which one would you prefer me to slice off? Hands? Legs? Neck?" I suggest, listing all the above. Angelo swallows hard, soft whimpers escaping his lips as he pleads. I cast him a vei

The carving sat against the bark like something wrong. From a distance, it had looked random enough to mistake for damage. Up close, however, intention became impossible to ignore. The symbol curved into the shape of a crescent moon, though not an untouched one. Deep jagged slashes cut violently through the center, splitting through the curve hard enough that it looked less carved and more wounded, as though someone had meant to destroy the shape rather than simply mark it. The cuts crossed unevenly through the wood like fractures spreading through stone, sharp and deliberate in ways that immediately unsettled the eye.

Her cousin took a small step forward, then backed off when Leo glanced at him. The first door was locked with an industry-grade metal chain through the handles. There was a fire hydrant box at the corner of the wall, and I opened the glass box with my bare hands. The metal sides cut my palm, and blood streamed down, but I did not care. I grabbed the bolt cutter and tried to cut the chain with every ounce of strength in my arms. Leo came to help me press down on the bolt cutter, and the wound on my hand tore open again. Blood dripped down the bolt cutter.