Another Foiled Plan and What I Plan To Do About It

A short story, we were supposed to write short stories from different POVs and this is my better one!

I would have a perfect life if it weren't for Goodness Gracious.
You see, I like to kill people. And Goodness likes to stop me.
Whenever I have a super genius plan to mass-murder managers or kill off stuck-up realtors, Goodness Gracious ruins my GENIUS plan with his IDIOTIC one.
So, today, for example. As I strolled downtown, giant gun in hand, not looking suspicious AT ALL (The gun had flowers, and I was whistling. Anyone who whistles is absolutely innocent), several pedestrians saw me and ran away screaming.
They tried to, at least. I shot them in the brain, and watched in delight as grayish mush spilled out on the sidewalk and they fell on the ground, whimpering and moaning in pain. What a waste of a bullet! Although it was good entertainment. I was still irritated that they got in the way to my march to kill a banker. He got on my kill list because he had tried to stop me from killing a customer with those sugary bright-colored lollipops.
The banker had been in the hospital for months, and just got out yesterday. He was probably at home now, all cozy in a soft chair in front of the fire, enjoying a nice cup of hot cocoa with marshmallows that float around and form smiley faces. I hoped that he had to suffer through drinking the nasty cold bit of cocoa powder at the end. I always hated that. And the smiley faces and marshmallows. I usually threw my cocoa in the fire and smashed the mug, especially when it was an antique family heirloom kind of mug. Maybe the banker would have caring relatives at his house that I could kill. They might be wasted bullets too though.
But as I strolled downtown, large and genius brain filled with large and genius plans that were sure to improve the world, stupid Goodness Gracious jumped into my path. I shot him, but he deflected the bullet. Again, what a waste.
I threw down the gun and stormed away, sobbing, screaming loudly about how unfair the world could be to me.
When I finally got to my evil lair, I made myself cocoa and threw the fancy mug into the fire. Another precious family heirloom gone. Tomorrow, I would get the banker. Maybe.

Author's Note

Sorry, no dialogue because I suck at including it. Please review and offer any constructive criticism!!

Reviews

[Woody]

quite a funny write. I like this story and the quirky character. well done :)

[Lindsay G]

Thanks for reviewing!

[Sadiesmiles]

HAHAHA!!! I FINALLY FOUND A MISTAKE IN YOUR WRITING! You wrote "I usually through my cocoa in the fire" when it should have been "I usually THREW my cocoa in the fire". Other than that, I really like the story! It's very witty and hilariously psychotic!