Suicide Sally

(I’m hoping I can turn this into a pretty decent novel)

As soon as she read the note and opened the package, Andrea’s world went panoramic with fear.  Her eyes darted left and right along the rows of mailboxes, up and down the street where children played summer games, across the neighbor’s lawn where Harriet fiddled with plastic sunflowers.

“Long sleeves today?  Girl, you’re cold-blooded,” Harriet said with a wave.  Andrea weakly smiled.  Walking back to her house, she rubbed her suddenly aching wrist, the one she always kept covered.

She found Ron laying on the couch breaking from his perpetual novel-writing.  A baseball game played on TV.

“Ron, there’s something I should’ve told you long ago,” she said nervously, sitting at his feet.  She handed him the note.

I’m going to destroy the world, and only you can stop me.

Today it begins.

Ronald sarcastically smiled.  “And what’s this?”

“It’s a…Ron, I was a Suicide Sally.”

Ron sat up and his smile disappeared.  He glanced at her wrist.  “No way.  You’re messin’ with me.”

She pulled up her sleeve, exposing the rows of scars.  “After I tried to kill myself when I was fifteen, I was recruited by Good Deeds.  They gave me a drug that cured my depression and gave me superpowers.  This drug.”  She pulled out a vial of blue glowing liquid.  “Whoever sent the note sent it too.”

“No way.”

“Whoever this is knows who I was.  He wants me to play his game.”  She bit her lip.  “Ron, you don’t understand the addiction.  You do good deeds and the drug triggers a euphoria you wouldn’t believe.  But you can never stop doing good.  Never.  It drives you insane!”

“Oh my God.  Andrea, what are you going to do?”

Suddenly the baseball game was interrupted by breaking news: Milwaukee and Phoenix were now smoldering craters.

Without hesitation, Andrea swallowed the contents of the vial.


About lacolem1

I'm a first-year Physics graduate student who spends his long drives from Mississippi to Texas thinking of new ideas and writing/enacting stories and publishable content in his head. I've been a comic book geek since I was 12, an internet philosopher since 18, and a wannabe media inventor since five minutes in the future. I love the beauty of short form fiction a la Maupassant, the ticklish excitement of flowery prose a la Bradbury, and the strict directness of blunt imagery a la Hemingway. Alas, this is countered by my love for bad black-and-white sci-fi from the 50s, bad Benetar-esque pop music from the 80s, and Bridezillas and the Real Housewives of Atlanta. I'd like to think I have a natural talent for words and storytelling, but I guess it's up to you guys to decide
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One Response to Suicide Sally

  1. Great read and I would definitely go with it, lots of mileage in the story….

    Follow my story on my blog. I am not an author, just putting down an event that happen to me and it is getting good reviews.

    Would love your views and comments on the blog.

    Thanks and good luck and keep writing………

    Dave P Perlmutter

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