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Anoint the stars, the moon and earth. Anoint the child at the birth. Give thanks for the treasures of pure gold. Give thanks for the road paved by the old. Anoint the mind, body and soul.
In white we remain hidden and in white we pretend That our sins shall stay below Thicker increasingly the snow And where one could see red Now lays all white instead.
(Turned out longer than expected and few swear words in it) The cold wind howled around around me, echoing eerily through the woods, like a pack of wolves on the hunt.
#nightdwellers. He takes me on trip of sorts. Grabs my will and pulls me forth. I am a passenger on a course. For hate and rage and harsh remorse. My hands become his deadly tools.
One night a lady who lived alone went to bed before she climbed into her bed she put her hand under her bed and let her dog lick her hand. She heard a dripping noise.
The light shone though my window I survived to see another day I get dressed clean the blood of my hands and face and come down to the breakfast table.
Distinctive scent and outline New morning through old night He promised everything would be fine In his perspective sight. Centuries of the deceased When did trouble fade away.
(I've been watching a lot of Dexter recently). The stuff of your nightmares. Is what fill my dreams. What makes me smile. Makes you scream. What brings me joy. What rules my life. Is what you fear.
Jack the ripper. Rather than stay home with pipe and slipper. He'd rather be out and about. Finding his victims and making them shout. Slashing with knife. And finally taking their life.
Loner's are such easy prey, letting me close to you, death will be your stay. I've gone by many names, Jack is my favorite by far, you will find my presence, waiting at a local bar.
---Sequel to "Silent Screams"--- (Part 1) Monica and I became friends. I thought she would hate me for killing Annaliese, Charlotte, and Jayden. But actually she was glad that I did.
(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.
Road side Murders always tend to start the same way. Take this for example... There's a vulnerable looking girl on the side of the road walking. She's clutching her arms close because she's cold.
#zipandzong Zip and Zong were back in space, on there way back from the Sun, but they had to get their spaceship cleaned, before they returned to Nebular 1.
He walked into the scene With his styrofoam cup, Strong coffee, two sugars, Takes a sup. Crime, scene, investigation, A bad story, indeed.
The town had been painted red. Marvelous red that seemed to glow and enhance the suspicion that grew every moment. Red that splattered over the brick walls in alleyways.
I love her Deep, Wine Lips I love her Se- Ductive Hips But mostly Her Crimson Blood Seeping out Like a Warm Flood I want it All Over Me Hear her Scream Passion- Ately Fall into My Bloody Arm With...
Chapter 4 I woke up next morning. My head ached like hell. I had sinusitis since I was 6 , so I guess I'll just have to live with it. Just when I finished breakfast , the phone rang. I answered.
~Not mine~ One Summer day in Southampton, New York, a woman pulled into a gas station.
~Not mine~ [8. The Boyfriend's Death] While parked late at night on an isolated country road, a teenage girl waits for her boyfriend to return after going outside to relieve himself.
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~Not mine~ ~This one has several examples, so this may be kinda long~ [2. Humans Can Lick, Too] Now, this is a scary story.
~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.
~Slightly scary story~ ~Not mine~ By Kelly Marino Karen awoke with a start, staring blindly into the space around her.