The clock struck midnight like oh so many

The clock struck midnight like oh so many tried and true fiction books. The protagonist pondered while the antagonist schemed. And then something happened leaving the reader hooked

. It was a hook. Literally. And as soon as you are finished reading the next sentence, the hook will pop out of the story and pull you inside. You are now hanging on a meat hook.

Mkay, Now I'm hanging on a meat hook in the foldingstory walk-in fold locker. Here I hang like so many other folds with a somewhat disturbing premise waiting for

someone to take pity (or the bait) and get me off the hook. Rusty chains and plastic tarp are rattling in the distance of the fold locker. Should I warn them? Should I plea

-CLUNK, the fat little boy Melvin clubbed the fish with an aluminum bat. This was Melvin's favorite part of fishing with daddy. Killing things. They were a team. Daddy caught them

and he beat them senseless like a pinata! He'd never even heard of fishing poles in his life, but darned if Melvin and his dad didn't make a great fishing team. They had just won a

fishing tournament, gold medal and all. Melvin's dad looked at me, his fists tingling. He had never whacked another human being like that before. He took another sip of his beer

And was tubthumped on the noggin by Mr. Digby, who said, "You are the thug who stole me away from Lady Gaga last summer!" Lady Gaga's meat cleaver surprised them both. They died

never knowing how close they came to fame, or at least the famous. Lady Gaga was found guilty of their deaths , but it only served to make her more famous. "You can't have enough

celebrities who murder!" declared Entertainment Tonight, with an insider perspective provided by OJ Simpson. The clincher was Lady Gaga stabbing show's host to death with her heel.