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I picked up the gun and walked on. My weakness - I had no idea. I don't know what it is. Then I found another room. I walked into it and immediately knew what it was. It was a fake street.
Why is it plans always have to go wrong at the last minute.... At least that's what Connie thought as the knife fell to the floor.
Jasmine My hands closed in around his delicate throat as I felt his body thrash underneath me, powerless. I was always two steps ahead of him, my body quicker than his.
This is a riddle, can you figure it out. One sunny afternoon, Madoka-chan and her mother went for a walk in the park.
You're with Casanova now. His words, a sweet poison on your lips. You're with Casanova now. His hands, dangerously low on your hips. You're with Casanova now.
The words spun around my head; Marry me. Do i want to marry a murderer. Do I want to spend the rest of my life with this man. If I don't do what he says will he murder me too.
She knew it was wrong the day she had quit the force. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn't work there anymore. Too many painful memories. Of capture. Of her dead partner. Of all those deaths.
I send another letter My crosshairs at the end You say you're going to catch me But we know you just pretend You haven't got a clue As to my identity 2,500 suspects tried Still you can find me Taunt...
Like a Norwegian black widow Come into my home Eat that up, gulp that down Now that we're alone. I only want the finer things Is that too much to ask.
Eat that up my darling You know it's good for you. Eat that up my darling (You silly old fool) Come on just another bite It really does taste good, You like my cooking don't you.
Chelsea's point of view-------- "ok, I'll be over in a minute " I said into the phone trying to be discreet because I was 'the suspect' and I was walking in a crowd of people near a police station,...
I softly finished the delicate shading to my final piece as the clock struck five hours up. The examiner gently paced up towards me, staring at me for a while, then at my paper, then back at me.
Brian---------------------- "Hey, Chelsea, hunnie.
As the bang went off I saw him recoil in pain. Terrified I ran, knowing this would be my only chance. And I dint have long, because I noticed he was wearing heavy, large boots. So I ran.
Suddenly I pulled the gun out from behind my back, first making sure John was no where near the weapon table. "Freeze" I said. Mainly because I didn't know what to say.
"Leslie, we don't have to talk about last night. The doctor said you should rest your head since you've got a bump there. We don't want you to hurt, baby" he whispered leaning over and kissing it.
-----From Brian's perspective --------------- 'I honestly dont know what I've done!' I kept on saying it an saying it, but no-one seemed to believe me, it's not like I would get rid of Sally like...
"You didn't think it was that easy, did you?" He chuckled. I held my knife towards him. "That knives fake" he laughed. I touched the point. It crumpled to my touch.
Whenever she woke up in the morning, she had to realize again and again how miserable her life was. School day again. Oh why, why does she have to see them together each day, every moment.
Urban Legend "I spy with my little eye something beginning with R". Susan said in a bored monotone voice. "O what a tough one, let me take a wild stab in the dark here, is it road?".
The truth was I wasn't fine. In my dream my attackers had adams face and he laughed a he pulled the trigger, my vision exploding red.
As Susie unpacked her boxes she noticed one that wasn't marked up with what's inside. The more she eyed it, the less familiar it looked.
I heard a cry. Deep in the night. Well I have to say I did get a fright. It was high pitched. And in pain it well was. it lasted for a an age. When I walked out,. Out into the woods,.
Chapt 4, part 1, ---------- Through Martha's eyes--------------------------- SCRATCH SCRATCH. Its there again. I freeze and hold my breath. There's a whimper. I look under my bed.