Fine Tooth Jigsaw Blade Novels & Stories

Something dripped from my forehead and I realized that I’d been cut. “Very well” I returned. Before feinting to the right and followed with a left hook. With the pain I was now feeling, I’m pretty sure I might have snapped one of my finger. But I have to get an email out and apparently, beating her was the key. I had to give it to her though . She was a good deal bigger than me. And I wasn’t even sure if I could beat her. I didn’t let her recover as I delivered a swift kick to her ribs.

“This morning.” Morning. So I’ve been here longer than I thought. “How long have I been asleep?” “Most of the night and half the day.” “And?” I say. “The shears?” He looks at me, and I know before he speaks. “They’re perfect.” The word is almost gentle, almost merciful. But it’s neither. “The screw isn’t loose?” I whisper. “No.” “The blades?” “Sharp,” he says. “Properly aligned. Nothing broken, nothing faulty.”

Those things looked like they could trap water if they weren't kept in check. I was pulled out of my thoughts as he raised a beefy hand and pried my mouth open. I glared at him as he withdrew his hand from his back and waved what must have been the scariest knife I had ever seen before my eyes. At first glance, it looked like a regular knife with a length of about five inches and a thickness of about 4 millimeters. But on closer look, the knife which had a bronze coated handle had several tiny teeth on either side of it. Looking at it, I couldn't help gulping in fear. I imagined being stabbed with it and the thought was enough to send a tremor through my system.

Not that its challenging. I enjoy the quiet of my room as I start in on my knives. The Tungsten steel alloy of the blades gleams in my eyes as I cherish the reflects. The sharpest part of the blade gleams a bright yellow where I infused it with my scales. I sharpen it against another just like it and the sound is music to my ears. Sparks fly between the blades as they clash.

I mutter. I sigh, starting to get irritated when they still haven't answered me. “Jace bring my dagger,” I order, stretching my arms. He quickly brings the dagger, the sharp, shiny blade shining brightly. “W…we are sorry,” they stutter, staring at the blade and shivering. “You should have spoken earlier when I asked,” I mumble, slashing the one at the front with the dagger. He screams out in pain, and the others shuddered. “Now look what you made me do,” I say, staring at the blood gushing out of his wounded arm. The blade of the dagger is made of silver, making the arm of the man sizzle and burn.

All types of specially made knives were displayed and arranged perfectly before him, from fixation Bowies, authentic katanas, bolos, Gerber, and. Ah, this one. He slowly raised his glinting Obsidian knives. The thinnest blades one could ever find were three nanometres wide at the edge – 10 times sharper than a razor blade. These were made by flaking a long, thin sliver from a core of the volcanic glass. This was perfect! "Prepare him." He instructed without turning his head, knowing his men will know what to do. He critically examined each piece to make sure it will work on the flesh like butter.

A stunning work of artistry, meticulously crafted from the darkest obsidian. “May I?” I ask as I gesture towards it. “Of course.” “Thanks,” I say as I pick it up to examine it closely. Its blade is as sharp as the bite of a winter frost, tapering gracefully to a fine point. Each edge is polished to a mirror like finish, reflecting the face on its surface with a pristine clarity.

Too small. I look at the other weapons, well, more like knives. We have kitchen knife, cleaver knife, carving knife, santoku knife, paring knife, then tomato knife, then a fork. not your normal fancy fork, No, a two way fork. Lastly, my personal favourite, chain saw machine, all coated with silver, than touched with silver sulfide.

Baby Robbie answered him, immensely proud of himself. Jenson replied in frustration, “Our dearest sister had no idea how to disassemble the blades from the start. The pencil sharpener wouldn’t have caused her any harm. Yet, you skillfully showed her how to remove the blades. How many easily obtained sharp items would she have around her now?” Baby Robbie was dumbfounded. “I was negligent.” Then, Jenson commanded him, “Stay farther away from Baby Zetty.” Baby Robbie pouted his lips, feeling extremely aggrieved.

I head to my drawer and open the first cabinet. There they are, my babies, shining and ready for use. I run my fingers on the body of each and every single blade, wondering which of them would get rid of a man’s tongue quicker. I need a fast and clean cut. I don’t want him screaming too much before I get the job done. My right fingers scratch the right side of my head while I’m lost in thought. Perhaps I should use scissors? My silly phone picks that exact time to ring. I reach for it in my side pocket.