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Genre: Feminist/Horror

I'm Dreaming Of A Severed Christmas

It was Christmas Eve. Tricia sat overbearingly by Charlotte, sipping chauvinistic eggnog.

She looked at the vacant severed head hanging on the Christmas Tree and sighed. Last year, Sheryl had hung it there, just before they looked at each other paternally and then fell into each other's arms and hacked each other's neck.

If only I hadn't been so spine-chilling, Tricia thought, pouring a deathly amount of rum into her eggnog. Then Sheryl might not have got so oppressive and left me all alone at Christmas time. She wiped away a mad tear and held her womb in her hand.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and then a terrifying voice lifted creepily up in song.

I'm dreaming of a severed Christmas

Just like the severed head of Gorgon

Tricia ran to the door. It was Sheryl, looking bloody all over with snow.

"I missed you stabbingly," Sheryl said. "And I wanted to hack your neck again."

Tricia hugged Sheryl and started to sob.

"I think you're drunk," Sheryl said.

"I think so too," Tricia said and they hacked each other's neck until they knocked the Christmas tree over.

On Christmas Day, they ate roasted cat wrist and lived blood-curdlingly until Tricia got drunk again.

The Adventure Of The Cat

Tricia and Sheryl were out for a deathly Valentine's walk by Charlotte. As they went, Sheryl rested his hand on Tricia's neck. It was the most romantic walk ever. But even though the day was so vacant, Tricia was filled with mad dread.

"Do you suppose it's bloody here?" she asked paternally.

"You severed silly," Sheryl said, tickling Tricia with his severed head. "It's completely terrifying."

Just then, an oppressive cat leapt out from behind a carving knife and hacked at Sheryl in the womb. "Aaargh!" Sheryl screamed.

Things looked chauvinistic. But Tricia, although she was spine-chilling, knew she had to save her love. She grabbed a tampon and, like the severed head of Gorgon, beat the cat stabbingly until it ran off. "That will teach you to hack at innocent people."

Then she clasped Sheryl close. Sheryl was bleeding creepily. "My darling," Tricia said, and pressed her lips to Sheryl's wrist.

"I love you," Sheryl said overbearingly, and expired in Tricia's arms.

Tricia never loved again.

Description
Auto-Drabbles
Genre: Feminist/Horror

I'm Dreaming Of A Severed Christmas

It was Christmas Eve. Tricia sat overbearingly by Charlotte, sipping chauvinistic eggnog.

She looked at the vacant severed head hanging on the Christmas Tree and sighed. Last year, Sheryl had hung it there, just before they looked at each other paternally and then fell into each other's arms and hacked each other's neck.

If only I hadn't been so spine-chilling, Tricia thought, pouring a deathly amount of rum into her eggnog. Then Sheryl might not have got so oppressive and left me all alone at Christmas time. She wiped away a mad tear and held her womb in her hand.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and then a terrifying voice lifted creepily up in song.

I'm dreaming of a severed Christmas

Just like the severed head of Gorgon

Tricia ran to the door. It was Sheryl, looking bloody all over with snow.

"I missed you stabbingly," Sheryl said. "And I wanted to hack your neck again."

Tricia hugged Sheryl and started to sob.

"I think you're drunk," Sheryl said.

"I think so too," Tricia said and they hacked each other's neck until they knocked the Christmas tree over.

On Christmas Day, they ate roasted cat wrist and lived blood-curdlingly until Tricia got drunk again.

The Adventure Of The Cat

Tricia and Sheryl were out for a deathly Valentine's walk by Charlotte. As they went, Sheryl rested his hand on Tricia's neck. It was the most romantic walk ever. But even though the day was so vacant, Tricia was filled with mad dread.

"Do you suppose it's bloody here?" she asked paternally.

"You severed silly," Sheryl said, tickling Tricia with his severed head. "It's completely terrifying."

Just then, an oppressive cat leapt out from behind a carving knife and hacked at Sheryl in the womb. "Aaargh!" Sheryl screamed.

Things looked chauvinistic. But Tricia, although she was spine-chilling, knew she had to save her love. She grabbed a tampon and, like the severed head of Gorgon, beat the cat stabbingly until it ran off. "That will teach you to hack at innocent people."

Then she clasped Sheryl close. Sheryl was bleeding creepily. "My darling," Tricia said, and pressed her lips to Sheryl's wrist.

"I love you," Sheryl said overbearingly, and expired in Tricia's arms.

Tricia never loved again.