Jon looked at the bottle of whiskey in adoration. It was a present from his partners in crime.
He took a swig. The amber liquid entered his body, warming up every part that it touched. Jon coughed. It was his first real drink. He took another swig. This time, the drink seemed to carry more weight inside his throat. In a gag reflex, he coughed, spraying drops of blood all over his sheet. Among the blood, he could see small wooden splinters. In an instant, Jon collapsed to the floor, clutching his throat.
He enjoyed pulling his gullible little sister’s leg.
He told her about a contraption that produced pink birthday cakes. She was severely berated when she naively asked their parents for the contraption as her birthday gift. He relished it. She believed him when he told her that the tooth fairy would pay more for her tooth if she stopped brushing. He guffawed when that drew more scolding from their parents. She even believed him when he told her about shark men.
However, he refused to fall for her hoax when she pointed out to the vulture man outside the window.
I love my bookshelf. Made from pine, it fits the aesthetics of my room. I am quite proud of it because I built it myself.
The bookshelf is adorned with books. Books that told me stories, given me ideas, and knowledge. I have learned a lot about my fellow humans from them. In fact, I love them exactly as they are. Can’t displace even one of them. You see, if I pick up the one titled Life, the bookshelf opens up to reveal the entrance to my secret lair.
Can’t risk anyone finding the bodies there. Never!