Southern Fried Chicas

My, my, it’s been a long week. Brutal training and testing going on at work. Family issues on the side. And snow and cold, and more snow and cold.

Good thing I have something to look forward to.
This weekend I’m going to murder someone.

It’s pretty much all set. A small detail or two yet to be worked out, but I’ll enjoy doing that. And I never worry about getting caught. I’ve half beaten to death or killed—what? Three or four people? It’s gotten good to me. I want more.

You know what I’m talking about. That sense of quietly justified revenge. Secretly venting a little anger. Actually understanding a little of the homicidal instinct, and the satisfaction of getting away with it.

A chick from high school who thought she was all that. I’m going to bleed her out very soon. A guy from college, God’s gift to women. Shot him. A self-proclaimed sex-addict. Hooked him up with someone that made him seem like an amateur, and dropped a ceiling on him in the process. My last supervisor who was, I’m sorry to say, a total nimrod. In my last incubus story he was insulted, abused, bitten, and nearly choked to death.

The good news is, it didn’t really hurt him a bit.
The better news is, I had such a good time writing it.
The best news is, it’s cheaper than therapy or drugs.
I’m not normally spiteful, but hey—the venue is there! So far, the current wip series has a staking, slashing of jugular vein, shotgun blast to the knee, bloodsucking, and decapitation.
And yes, a couple of the characters remind me of people I’ve known.
It’s warmed up this frosty ol’ winter!

So come on. Confess. You’ve used people you know in some guise in your stories, haven’t you?
Have you used them badly?
Have you enjoyed it? Tell us about it!