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Out With a Bang

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Out With a Bang

I have decided that I am going to kill myself.

I think it’s important someone understand why, so I’m making this video before I blow my head off. The first time I remember it happening I was nine. Johnny Weller and I were playing in his back yard. The sun was setting over his back fence, warm oranges and reds shining through the bone-white slats like a creamsicle against pearly white teeth. Johnny was the cowboy and I was the dirty redskin, stealing his horse. We ran around the swingset, him laughing and me whooping and threatening to scalp him. When he tripped, I ran to where he laid in the dirt, scooping up a handful of air, pointing my finger at his nose and proclaimed, “I got your gun now! BANG!”

Johnny’s head exploded in a tremendous blossom of crimson blood, slate-gray brain and chips of skull that sparkled in the setting sun. My hand fell to my side, and I stared, open-mouthed, unable to understand what just happened. Someone was screaming. At first I thought it must be Johnny’s mother, until she tore open the back door and I realized I was the one screaming. Johnny’s mother crumpled against her son’s headless body, adding her broken sobs to my horrified cries.

Johnny’s funeral was the next week, closed casket. I forgot the sparkling light shimmering across the cloud of Johnny’s blood. I forgot Johnny’s mother rag-dolling my little body, begging me to tell her what happened to her son. I forgot the sherrif telling my mother Johnny was hit by a falling bullet, one of twenty six cases each year. I forgot my father’s quiet talks with my mother about how they never found the round that spattered Johnny’s smile across the grass. I adjusted. I coped. I forgot.

I didn’t forget the next time it happened. I never played cowboys and indians again; in fact, I can’t remember a single instance of any shooting game played by little boys anywhere in my childhood. I do remember the little girl in the park, pop pop popping her little nerf balls as she bounced around. She ran up to me, brandishing the weapon and shouting, “Hands up!”

I smiled and complied, dropping my sandwich in mock terror. I lifted my hands to the sky and petitioned for mercy. A true homicidal maniac in the making, she executed me with a flurry of staccato pop pop pops. I dutifully played dead, sprawling across my bench. She giggled and proclaimed, “Your turn. Shoot me!”

A sudden sensation of intense discomfort slithered up my spine. I thought of flowers, glittering crimson roses, wet with morning dew. She eyed me impatiently, apparently convinced she might have to nerf me once more to provoke a response. I lifted my finger weakly, pointed at her and whispered, “Bang”.

This time I wasn’t the one screaming. Her mother cradled her baby’s dismembered limbs, frantically clutching an arm, then a leg. I had pointed my finger at the little girl’s belly button. The moment the word left my lips, she ruptured like a water balloon filled with punch and soaking bits of crimson colored fruit. Johnny Weller’s decapitated body filled my vision, the slow red of sunset sliding down the front of his striped shirt. I ran.

I can’t do this anymore. I got pissed at Laura yesterday and put my finger in her face to tell her off. I didn’t even say it. I couldn’t bring myself to sop my girlfriend’s brains off the kitchen floor. I can’t do this anymore.

All I have to do is put my finger against my temple and say it.

At least I’ll go out with a bang.

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6 years ago

My first thought was “What the f***?” My second thought was “I like that. Straight to the point that he was going to blow his brains out.” This was an incredibly well written creepypasta. I think I vaguely remember one like this, but I can’t be sure. Either way, This is one of my favorites on this site. Keep up the good work.

7 years ago

perfect ending .. great pasta

7 years ago

Its not like I was planning to sleep anyway.

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7 years ago

Reminded me a tiny bit of Chuck Palahniuk’s Lullaby. Great idea, this is written well and the length makes it a short but sweet pasta.

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7 years ago


7 years ago

Fabulous pasta!! What a mind trip!

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7 years ago

Creepy and clever, so sad as well 🙁

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8 years ago

*Runs outside pointing at every living thing in sight while screaming like a mad man* “ALL GLORY TO THE HYPNOTOAD!”

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8 years ago

I agree with most, it could be longer as this was a good story. Could do more with it! I really liked it. Keep it up!

8 years ago

Tasty, creepy and fucked up, just what the pasta ordered.

8 years ago

Ohhh…. nice!

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8 years ago

This was truly amazing. The ending was commical yet very sick and twisted. I enjoyed this. Good job, man.

8 years ago

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try to figure this message out.
(hint: first one to die wins.)

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3 months ago
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rederratic avatar
8 years ago

Never seen an idea like this. Nice work! The imagination is an incredible thing after all 😛

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9 years ago

11 out of 10. That was true art. 😛 haha I loved it.

9 years ago

One of the tightest endings out there. Love this one.
The length and sequencing make it one well muscled little read.

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9 years ago

What I love about this story, is that it really portray’s the saying “Imagination is powerful”. My mother told me this a lot as a child, and this definitely blew it to a whole new level! 10/10

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9 years ago

Awesome idea 🙂 5/5

9 years ago

Bang goes that theory.. reminds me of when i used to dream of having such Gifts?? or curse which ever fits best

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9 years ago

wasn’t creepy but a good and original story 8/8 i r8