Writing:

Once, there was the prettiest little serial killer you ever did see.

She had long golden hair, that she kept in glorious condition and big blue eyes that sparkled due to a regular administration of eye drops. She kept herself in good shape and had a lithe and toned body. If she was going to be the last thing someone ever saw, she wanted them to at least have a good view. She practiced smiling in the mirror daily, so that she could do it under any circumstances. It was bright, breezy and cheerful and (to her mind) not in any way horrific.

However, our little serial killer had a problem. To whit, she was terrified of people.

Most would think this an advantage for a serial killer - after all, wouldn't it add to their motivation? To destroy the very things that frightened them?

Sadly, our little killer was so terrified of people that she lived way out into the forest, all alone but for the acres of trees that surrounded her. She couldn't get within 10 meters of another human being without breaking out into a cold sweat and trembling all over. Thus, killer though she may be, she had never actually killed another human being in her life.

She knew that, if she could get over her fear of people, she would be a perfectly competent serial killer. After all, she performed beautiful mutilations upon the corpses she dug from the hallowed ground of the graveyard, or, when she was feeling particularly brave, stole from the mortuary. Yes, it took a great deal of skill to peel the skin whole from a corpse, leaving it undamaged and translucent. It made beautiful parchment, especially when she burned graceful swirls and curlicues around the edge to make a delicate, fanciful border. She made a fortune on eBay selling those.

But still, she was a serial killer who couldn't kill. It plagued our little killer mightily that, due to her own terror, she could not be true to herself. She had tried all sorts of things to get over it - she had a whole library full of self help books and many self hypnosis tapes but to no avail. She was still completely terrified of getting near a living person.

She was sure that other serial killers would laugh at her, should they ever find out.

This is what I have been doodling of late. I am not sure where it's going but it's nice to take my brain for a walk now and then. What do you think?