The short stories of E.Bell

By Elizabeth Bell

Short stories brought to you by E. Bell. Stories of revenge, cursed coins,

and thieving fairies to entertian and beguile you. Enjoy the mind of a woman who enjoys writing for everyone here you'll find some fiction and even some non fiction because life can be funny and those moments should be shared.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookRix
• Release date: Apr 15, 2020
• ISBN: 9783748736165

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Thanks

Thank you to my family and friends for all your support. Thank you to the reading community who support me in my writing endeavors. I hope all of you enjoy my work. Life is short and we need writers and artists more than ever.

Also…thanks to my cat. My cat is important too.

Introduction via a fan review

..Greetings Elizabeth Bell;...

...I am pleased to have stumbled upon your wonderful collection of curious short stories; I am very much drawn to curiosities, although I am not quite finished reading them all, I shall most definitely return in the not too distant future...

…I am a huge fan of the short story form, whether it is the astounding Ambrose Bierce [yes, I predictably side-stepped the legendary H.P. Lovecraft, although I grew up reading his short stories, too], or even the amazingly pioneering James Tiptree Junior; but your short stories, Elizabeth, are [to me] akin to Kathy Acker meeting Kim Harrison...I sincerely wish you every encouragement to continue; I firmly believe there will always be an audience for this form of writing, despite what those fashionably corporate publishing trends within the great online echo-chamber say...

…Of course, I am personally surprised that more people here on BookRix have not actually read them; but, if you have noticed recently, BookRix has changed a lot in a short space of time and, sadly, many of the users are not what we might call book-focussed; they tend to be more social media advertising-money focussed...

...Unfortunately, some [not all, of course...] of the younger users on here are obsessively social media orientated; they forget BookRix was originally always about books...Hopefully, BookRix will try something innovative [even creatively risky] to correct the current shift away from actual written content creation...Time will tell, as always I suppose...

...And I wish you and your family well, Elizabeth; I look forward to continuing to read your works...

...Peace be with you, Elizabeth,

Robert K. Galvez

ATM

He slid his card into the ATM and attempted to withdraw cash only to find out his account was empty. Just yesterday, he had 5,000 in it. Only one person he knew could be responsible for this- and without hesitation he's off to confront that person and get his money back and more.

I had already decided to kill her.... However one simply can't hire an exterminator of stupid leech wives with no money. I tapped in my pin # in again willing the receipt to spit out a balance of 5,000.00 which had been available as of yesterday. Perhaps the ATM was malfunctioning or in this age of technology maybe it had gained a sense of humor. The receipt said the same. Nothing. Zero. Nada.

A slow pulse of rage began to travel through my body and caused my temples to pulse while my hand convulsively clenched into a fist.

Hey buddy move it if your done!

I turned to the miscreant behind me. Oh I know at first glance I present an unimposing even weak looking figure. Large glasses razor sharp tie and although I wasn't short I knew my very body screamed diminutive. Many people had made certain mistaken assumptions about me at face value...until they looked into my eyes.

This fellow with his ridiculous double pierced ears and snake tattoo in his neck towered over me with a cock of the walk attitude no doubt intending to intimidate me with his toughness. However tattoos and piercings aside, his own eyes went wide and he edged back a step before he could quite stop himself. He made a valiant effort to hold his pride however and I suppose one can admire the fact that the stupid may well inherit the earth just by the good grace of their empty pointless thought processes.

er my wife's waiting for me he muttered his eyes studying the steel tip of his shoes You know how they get yap yap yap till you think your gonna puke.

I studied him coldly a moment longer. My eyes have no pigment and thus they are the palest shade of blue with the blackest pupils and iris rings. One might think they would be pretty. However what was in those eyes apparently negated any beauty they might have had.

Of course I'm on my way to take care of my wife myself my good man. I coldly smiled pulling my thin lips up exposing too many perfectly straight and white teeth. I certainly wouldn't want to loose my rather excellent lunch.

That said I went to my car and pointed it's nose home.

My wife wasn't home which of course I knew. She had gone to see her brother a drunken fool who couldn't seem to stop knocking up little teenage whores every time he took his trousers off. No doubt after she left this morning she made a stop and withdrew what I had deposited thinking I wouldn't miss it when my much bigger deposit was to be made. Worse still I could easily see her brother snickering over her boldness at stealing from her pansy faggoty husband as I had heard him call me. He would be drinking of course and no doubt smoking cannabis as well with his latest little trashy piece of jail bait in his lap trying to fuck him through his jeans.

Well that was quite all right. I picked up my cell phone , a wonderful device that had a tracking chip in it that told me every single second of the day where my wife was, I could even switch the microphone on and listen to her boring conversations with her best friend. She was at her brothers house.

I went up stairs to change my tie and slid into my dinner jacket and headed out again into the night.

I whistled ' When you wish upon a star ' all the way there.

The blood wasn't going to come out of my pristine white shirt. It was simply inexcusable. Her brother had gotten his last laugh by spraying his filthy blood everywhere on my dapper clothes. I could feel some of it flaking off my face but damn this was an expensive shirt.

He had been in his cups just as I had known he would be.

My wife had started blubbering the moment she saw me about a message she left on the machine and yes, yes, she was stupid of course but it was an accident please it was an accident oh God Johnny please!

I had paid her no mind. When I stepped out of her brothers kitchen she was already cowering in the corner still blubbering. Her sleeves had fallen down her slender arms revealing a interesting and lovely array of bruises which had made me angrier if that was possible. Those were our secrets and there she was showing them off for her brother to look at so he could look down his nose at me.

Of course it was over with quickly. The steak tenderizer had bashed the teenage girl's head in and she had flopped into his lap as if she intended to perform fellatio one last time, the little whore.

His eyes had widened and met mine actually looked at my own eyes which he rarely did preferring to look over my shoulder when we were forced company. He had opened his mouth but my other hand had held his sharpest knife and I had given his throat the widest grin anyone could possibly have done. I am blessed to be able to use both my hands equally.

My wife had said nothing she had been trained quite well over the years not to make a sound. She had merely coward moaning and waited. I had taken out her eyes and then cut off her greedy hands and left her to rot there.

Now this my lovely clothes absolutely filthy. I knew cops were pulling up but I paid them little mind while I tried one more time to wash the blood out of my white shirt. Finally disgusted I threw it into the sink to answer the door. There was actually only one cop there which didn't surprise me after all they had better things to do then worry about whores, drunks, and greedy bitches.

He was looking at a report in his hand and not even bothering to look at me. His tone was one of those long suffering ones that said his life was miserable , boring, and pointless. I noted with some interest he was holding my wife's purse.

He finished talking almost with relief and looked at me. Horror came over his face and he fumbled his gun from his side holster.

Freeze! Don't move! You're under arrest!

Sitting in the back of the car my face still caked with blood my pants ruined as well as my undershirt I pondered on the strange positions we can get moved into. My stupid wife had lost her purse and being dumber then dung she had the pin number written on the back of the card.

However I am happy to say an officer making an arrest of a suspicious teenager had recovered her bag and my 5,000.00. It was going into evidence locker at the moment but would of course eventually be placed back in my account where it belonged so as they say all's well that ends well. I graciously decided to forgive my wife whenever she got out of the hospital since she hadn't stolen my money after all. Women simply can't help being inferior to their spouses.

I whistled ' When a Man Loves a Woman ' all the way to the jailhouse.

The Fight

 Stan's never been in a fight before. That's all about to change and he'll go to any lengths to stop it from happening. Even if it involves his life.

He was going to kill me. That was my first thought as I was roughly shoved to the back of the bar with about a dozen drunk patrons eagerly following us no doubt hoping to see me creamed into nothing but a bloody mush. It hadn't been worth getting the last word in was the second thought I had as we spilled into the alley way.

I had never been in a fight in my life. I glanced at Bill's red angry sneer and the veins bulging on his meaty arms as they clenched and unclenched into fists. I really didn't want to be in one now.

Bill look...it doesn't really matter now... I was already trying to undo the damage but the damage was apparently not un-doable.

You tell me my fucking wife was fucking you and your fucking brother and that's why I should be glad she left me and you think that doesn't fucking matter?!

Alright so maybe my tongue had run away with my head but come on. Bill had been going on about his damn wife for two straight hours. The woman wasn't worth five minutes. She hadn't even been good in bed but maybe on hindsight I should have kept that tidbit to myself.

You can't really want to stay with her Bill I mean really I was just trying to point out maybe it was for the best...

I'm gonna kill you, you sack of shit! I ducked the first blow dancing around while the crowd hooted, drank beer, and took bets. To my chagrin there were even people filming it on their phones. I knew I was on the bad end of those bets. I had to do something that would appease both the crowd and Bill's thirst for blood.

Suddenly I had an idea.

You're right Bill I deserve to die for being such a fucking low life friend but you don't deserve to go to jail for killing me. I reached into my coat and pulled out a plastic container of red pills with their skull and crossbones motto. Bill paused when he saw them looking confused but plenty mad.

What the hell is that ass wipe? You gonna take an aspirin before I break your face?

Their was laughter. I shook my head solemnly. No Bill their suicide pills. They pass em out in the army remember? In case you accidentally inhale poison gas or some shit?

Bill squinted looking slightly more interested in the pills. Say what?

I deserve to die for being such a jerk! I proclaimed loudly there was muttering now a few worried looks " You're all a witness! This man didn't touch me so he can't be