Who is Jessica Samuels? Meet her on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/jessica.samuels.33?fref=ts or Tweet to her on Twitter: @jdsamuels25
And here is her short story:
Pulp
Fiction Contest:
I really did not want to
do another bounty hunter mission at all, but I needed the money. I’m a chef at a butcher
shop, and my name is Loreal Gavin. I have short black hair and a scarf around
my head, and with brown eyes and pale skin. I’m someone you don’t want to mess with for
a good reason, and I can kick serious ass.
That does not stop people from asking me to do
what I used to do which is bounty hunting. I love tattoos and ride motor
cycles, and I was on The Next Food Network Star and Cutthroat Kitchen too. I
love food more then I loved to bounty hunt, so I stopped for a while. Until my
friend came to me when I was working at the butcher shop. I look around the
room at the place, and it's wrapped up in plastic after I cut it up into
pieces. I enjoy the feel of the wet, red meat against my fingers. I have loved
it since I was a kid, but then in high school I needed money so that's when I
got into bounty hunting so I can earn money taking out bad guys. I was an
expert with a gun so that helps, and I can take some stupid jerks out too. I
came out from the back, and met her at the front of the shop. She sat at a
table in front ones of the ones they have for people waiting for orders.
Her name is Melissa
Stone, and I’ve known her for a while
at this point since she was in high school. I was too, and she befriended me
when all the other students would not even talk to me since they are all preps
and gangsters. It’s in the Luxor realm high school. I went there since
it has all kinds of creatures going there. She is a witch, and I’m a werewolf. Sometimes
werewolves get along with witches. I get along with them since they are easy to
talk to, and they can even help me out with spells when I
need some serious fire power. I did quit for a while in order to pursue my
dream of cooking meals, and butchering meat too. I love my job, but there are
times when I did miss the thrill of chasing some punk and offing them for
money. I’ll make an exception this time, and hurt the
bastard that did this to my friend. I’ll make him regret the
day he lived…I sat across from her to get more information.
“What is his name?” I asked her so I’ll know where to look.
“Mark Kristoff…I loved him till he
raped me, and took my money. He has done this to all the girls he has dated
too. It’s not just me either, and just find him, get
my money back since he stole $100,000 from me. Half of that will be yours, and
bring me his head.”
I smiled, “Will do especially for that much.”
Then she left, and I
headed home. I went to my apartment to do research on him. It wasn’t hard to track him down since he was staying with yet
another live in girlfriend. I made sure she was away too, and went inside. He
was there in the living room, and with my revolver pointed at his head. I pulled
the trigger, and he never had a chance since he didn’t know I was there at all. I loved seeing his lifeless
body on the floor. I took his head off and then showed it to Alice. She gave me
the money and I was $50,000 dollars richer. I missed it, but at the same time
all I wanted to do was go back to my working in the butcher shop. I had fun
stalking him, and taking him out so he could not harm anyone else. I loved food
way more than bounty hunting though. There was a reason why I left it behind
since riding motor cycles and chasing bad guys is not as fulfilling as cooking
yummy foods…Mmm…
The end….
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