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I didn't mind the task, in all reality. I made myself seem very close to her for the public's and her sake. But I really did it for myself.
#opussweeklychallenge A pretty young maiden named Betty, (Who's pastimes were dreadfully petty), Liked to rip people's books, What she wanted, she took, Like eating other peoples spaghetti.
Obscured in the shadow of an old pine tree, Light splits the needles, through a window I see. He walks through the kitchen making his usual rounds, The chatter, despicable laughter, is all that...
*For part 1-7, see @Stylistic101 Criminal Girl Part 8 "Oh, Kate..." Cameron finally arrived, after an hour. I smiled, flipped my hair and winked. "Did you do it?" I asked excitedly.
By Miscellaneous. This following story was a vocabulary test in school. I was supposed to make sentences with the vocab. words to show that I 'understand them'. I made a story.
#halloweenparty. #name. I unlike the other invited guests. Know exactly what awaits. I know precisely what will happen. When I pass through those wrought iron gates. Hiding on those desolate moors.
They rode through the night, Day taking hold, They rode through the morn, Relentless and bold. Until they came, To a winding lane, And a shabby wee house, Grimy and plain.
You were mistaken kind sir, When you chose to choose her. You followed her into her web of deceit, & now for your stupidity you will forfeit.
Based on Shakespeare's Macbeth #shakespeareinspired Three witches sat and predicted, something that would make his heart sing.
#twistedopuss A few bits of language and adult themes. The car shuddered as it rattled over the morse of potholes; these communicated only annoyance as Erica threw the Merc around the bends.
A bird squawked at the edge of the forest, followed by the swish of an arrow and a thud. It made me shudder. Life was brutal and it took no prisoners, not even a defenceless bird.
His voice echoes in the dark night. I wince. I can recognize the way he breathes. "Tristan?" I cry out. He doesn't respond. I know he's here, and not for the reason I pray he is.
Introduction. They considered themselves normal, born of normal parents, lived normal childhoods, had normal adventures, had normal heartache etc. Why then did nine men decide murder was the only way.