Charlotte was never really enamoured with her mother.
So, when the news that she had been bludgeoned 17 times with a baseball bat didn't really faze her.
Charlotte was never enamoured with her father.
So, when the news that he had fallen 20 stories from his high rise flat still in his wheelchair didn't really faze her.
Charlotte was never really enamoured with her brother.
So, when the news that he had been run over 23 times by his own car, didn’t really faze her.
Charlotte was never really enamoured with her sister.
So, when the news came through that she had been electrocuted in her bath, it didn’t really faze her.
Charlotte was really fazed when she found out her parents had left all their money to the local cat sanctuary.
Charlotte actually liked cats.
Charlotte was never really enamoured with the cat sanctuary owner.
So, the news that she had been tortured to death didn’t really faze her.
Charlotte definitely wasn't enamoured by the Judge, who jailed her for a hundred years, calling her the devil incarnate.
This fazed her profoundly.
Charlotte escaped from jail six months later.
The Judge was slightly stunned when the gavel hit his head.
Ninety-nine hits later, one for every year she would have served, Charlotte reminded the Judge, smashing his head to a pulp.
This didn’t really faze Charlotte.
Charlotte is still at large, and after an intensive police search state wide, is still on the run.
Charlotte will be back at some stage, I’m sure.
People seem enamoured by her.
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Author:
Paul Bell (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 27th, 2022 06:37
- Category: Humor
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Comments5
Gross black humor - what more can be said?
It was a black time in her life.
oh. my. GOSH. what the hell? i LOVE this
I'm thinking you like, Charlotte.
A great story, from a great story teller. It's dark, twisted and thoroughly macabre. It holds a strange fascination from beginning to end. Bizarre, but truly a great write!
Good to know she's still out there.
Great fun write Paul, I will try and keep out of her way.
Andy
Sort of girl who chaps your door selling insurance.
she's probably just misunderstood 🙂
That's what I said, from a distance.
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