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(Hi:) so this is basically an extract of a short story I'm writing. To summarise it a bit, Rosie *the protagonist* saw some man murder a girl in a meadow when she was nine.
*Don't read this if you're averse to violence and suggestiveness!* I could smell Her perfume, Across the hall. She even left that God-damned shawl.
Criminal Girl Part 5 "Hey Kate, do you really want to go to school. I mean, Lisa and Roy..." "Yeah mom. I have to go." I yawned, because I have an appointment with Spencer.
Criminal Girl Part 3 "Oh sh*t!" Spencer shouted. "There aren't anymore bullets in my gun!" "Ha!" I said. "Well, now what are you going to do?" "Hey, beautiful," Spencer whispered proudly.
#ColourChallenge Ice blue where her eyes, to match the bitter cold of her soul. She was host to the bleakest winter, as the warmth from the sun he stole.
Hello, this is the story of my life. I wrote this because I wanted to share my experiences with the rest of the world, once it is out in the open I can be accepted into the world.
I told her not to leave me, she never answered my calls, She just ignores my love, my patience for her falls. If I can't have her, no one else will, She will suffer for me, her death will be my...
(Found this that I started ages ago so thought I'd finish it). The knife punctures through. A heart that was pure and true. It stabs right in there. Piercing without a care. Then someone comes along.
I see you through the corner of my eye, the sight of you causes my anger to fly. Your stare sees through me, it cuts me deep, through my pores the disgust of you begins to seep.
~Slightly scary~ ~Not mine~ By S L Fleming One shouldn’t speak ill of the dead. Having said that, I can’t remember anyone wasting much time lamenting the loss of Samuel Roberts.
Gradually I feel once more, Bit by tiny bit, My soul acquires a shape, Spectral image, Shimmering, Solidifying, Into the living world I trespass, Needle-like bolts of electricity surge through my...
A porcelain mask upon his face,. He moves with an elegant grace,. Bright red hair burns on his head,. He has a knife made of lead,. A straight back and pointed toes,. Confidence is all he shows,.
I might go for a walk soon. Under the October moon. There are kids around. And not one holds a frown. Like the one on my face. It's not like I'm unhappy. No, that is very untrue. I am in a good mood.
Jessy liked Ice cream....she was quite fond of ice cream toppings as well.....well, up until last week. I was surprised to find out she had stopped eating ice cream. So I asked her why.
Is the existence of this world ‘believed’. “Do you remember back in Lornera. When a meal a day was nothing but a dream. Poverty. The word was more of a lifestyle then a label.
She liked him a lot. He was quite fantastic. He wanted to cook a meal for her at her place. He asked her all the time where to find the things he needed to cook the dish.
#nightdwellers There's a man with a black fedora, With a unmistakable dark aurora. With his night like eyes and pale white skin, He wears his hair slick, 'tashe, stylishly thin.
The only sound audible in the dead winding streets were the clicks and ever present clacks of one, Deloria Ische's shoes.
#household Slowly dripping on the wall. Like autumn leaves upon the falls. The blades are dancing in perfect time. Along to Satan's lullaby. Body's pile, more and more. Mounding on a crimson floor.
He did as he was told.. He went down to the shop and bought 4 things from the list... He did as he was told... He came back with the 4 an hour later... He did as he was told...
#movement. The knife glides in. My latest sin. It leaves a hole. Out leaks your soul. I look around. Can't hear a sound. Oh, what's this. That I have found. Your car keys. That'll do me.
Sitting for hours in the corner of the dim lit room, he remembers how it was before. Before the devastation. Before his mind questioned anything and everything. The voices in his head.
The patter of rain A perfect night For me to fulfill My devils delight Creep into the house Footsteps pad on the floor I walk slowly up the stairs Creak open the door I have wanted this...
Once upon a time. I commited a bloody crime. I took a knife and made red. A now this hater's dead. A pool of blood lies on the floor. As I'm walking out the door. You will never hate again.