The following is an excerpt of the short story: Comic Death by Agyani, which you can find in the anthology Static Dreams Volume One. Inside you’ll find nine dark and twisted stories written by him and other amazing authors. I hope you enjoy this little snippet. Oh, and click any of the links below to buy.
“There’s someone who wants to hear your story, the way you died. He likes to hear stories that are…you know, different… people dying in the most ridiculous manners. I believe he will love to hear yours.”
“Why can’t you tell him?”
“Telling the story will help you get over it. I happened to be passing through the house where you died so I know your story. You’ve never discussed it with anyone, and I understand it must be difficult for you. But unless you talk about it, you won’t be able to deal with it. Besides, he only allows the person himself to narrate the story.”
“Why should I care?”
Tony scratched the hole on his chest. The moonlight fell gracefully on him, and the large bullet wound tried its best to peek from under his shirt. I’d only seen it completely once. It was a most singular wound. He’d killed himself with a shotgun. The hole was so neat it looked like the work of a surgeon. I’d always loved bullet holes, having given a few of them to people myself. But Tony’s topped the lot. I had tried catching a glimpse of it on many occasions but had only seen it in bits.
I didn’t look at the wound for long, though. I knew Tony only ever touched it when he was about to say something uncomfortable. It didn’t happen often – although I’d only known him a month – but when it did, he always said something interesting.
“He’s known for giving people a chance at revenge.”
It became almost impossible to control the rage bursting through my body. My arms shook with seething anger when my killer’s face flashed in my mind. I’d never felt such fury in all my mortal life! It was an offer I just couldn’t refuse.