Stone Cold Revenge Pt.3

[Warning: Mature Content]

[Stone Cold Revenge, done in three parts, is the sequel to kat’s Norma the Bitch.]

SCR 3

Norma had no idea how long she’d been out, or even if she had been. There was no concept of time in this world, or realm, or dimension, or whatever it was. All she knew was that the lodge interior had changed. Continue reading “Stone Cold Revenge Pt.3”

Stone Cold Revenge Pt.2

[Warning: Mature Content]

[Stone Cold Revenge, done in three parts, is the sequel to kat’s Norma the Bitch.]

SCR 7

Norma put the pedal to the metal and roared down the long drive of her estate; inheriting the wealth of four husbands had its benefits.

Wondering who could do such a thing, Norma sped toward the cemetery. A late night phone call informed her that the family plot had been vandalized and desecrated. And she just tended the graves a couple days before. Continue reading “Stone Cold Revenge Pt.2”

Stone Cold Revenge: Pt.1

[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT]

[Stone Cold Revenge, done in three parts, is the sequel to kat’s Norma the Bitch.]

SCR 5

Norma was still a bitch: a god-awful, razor-tongued, snooty-nosed bitch, a fact she had concealed from everyone in town for years; everyone, that is, except Huey, Dewey, Louie, and Squinch, her late husbands. Each husband was late for love but early to the grave, rotting away in the family plot at Cherry Creek Cemetery. Continue reading “Stone Cold Revenge: Pt.1”

Norma The Bitch

Norma was a bitch no matter how you looked at it. A god-awful, razor-tongued, snooty-nosed bitch.
Of course, Squinch Campbell hadn’t known that when he had married her. Like everyone else in town, he’d thought he was one lucky son-of-a-gun to be getting such a fine, upstanding woman for a wife. How could he have known that behind her angel face hid the daughter of the devil himself?
God almighty, the woman was downright mean. She was gonna drive him to an early grave—most likely planted right beside them other three husbands of hers.
If he didn’t get rid of her first.
Squinch had never contemplated murder before marrying Norma Bindie; why, he couldn’t even so much as squash a bug. But he’d never had no one pick and peck at him constantly, criticize every single thing he did and didn’t do, all the while looking at him like he was a pile of dog shit they had stepped in.
Continue reading “Norma The Bitch”