It couldn’t contain itself. The first cut into the flesh was so pleasurable: the thought of ruining something so delicate and precious, the sound of when the red liquid pattered down on the ground and, best of all, the look of confusion and fear on a person’s face. Adrenaline mixed with insanity rushed through.
The creature was crouching down on the ground with bug-eyes waiting for Annie to open the door. It was going to be a fake suicide. Murder. Coldblooded murder driven by hatred. Shivers of excitement travelled through its body when the tips of sandals were visible. From then on it was simple. All it took was a little push.
Her shoes were neatly placed behind the weak, wire railing with a small note beside them. Below, was a sight far more gruesome. A young secondary school girl was lying ,face up, on the pavement. Her oak coloured hair had clumps of dried blood and her neck was deformed; a once white, school shirt was now caked in dust and dirt. Icy blue eyes simply stared towards the railings. The pupils were still dilated. Soon, crowds of prying people formed around
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Muddy green eyes ,with huge eye bags, looked down at the crowds of Tokyo. He simply stared at the body with boredom. It seemed so much like a typical case. It was either a suicide or a murder. Lawliet walked back to his armchair and sat up, crouching and staring at the wall with wide eyes. It was a mundane, typical apartment room; pasty white walls with equally plain furniture placed in an organised manner. The television was now turned on. Gingerly, Lawliet picked up a strawberry lace, tilted his head back and put it in his mouth. He hoped that he wouldn’t have to investigate the case for the sake of being vigilant. But, he decided that it would be better to conduct an enquiry over this possible murder before he was told to do so. The chief inspectors’ lectures were long and incredibly monotonous. Lectures would be better
His opposer stands triumphantly as he thought to have succeeded in his mission. “How ill mannered is he?” the sniper murmured to himself with a devious smile. Standing tall in all black; blazer, bow tie, socks, Balmoral shoes, with the button up also to be corresponding. He appears seemingly endless like a black shadowed character made up to startle young children. The opposing sniper moves as if he is the actual Slender Man. As he stands as a vacuous man, I conjure my scheme to vanish him.
Trails of thick smoke danced in the air, twirling into all sorts of directions. Nothing but haze fogged up the brown tinted aviators dangling off Detective Killinger’s eyes. Out from his eternal slumber, Killinger awoke as the backend of a lawn chair tipped back ever so slightly. As he wrangled around on the warm red carpet, a cold metal vice clenched his wrist, preventing him from exiting the scene. Handcuffs. Of course, he fished around into the abyss of his pockets, only to come up with a handful of lint, an empty flask, a crumpled pack of Camel cigarettes, and the address of a motel. No badge. No gun.
The Creature That Opened My Eyes Sympathy, anger, hate, and empathy, these are just a few of the emotions that came over me while getting to know and trying to understand the creature created by victor frankenstein in Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein. For the first time I became completely enthralled in a novel and learned to appreciate literature not only for the great stories they tell but also for the affect it could have on someones life as cliché as that might sound, if that weren’t enough it also gave me a greater appreciation and understanding of the idiom “never judge a book by its cover.” As a pimply faced, insecure, loner, and at most times self absorbed sophomore in high school I was never one to put anytime or focus when it came time
As Dianne was in labor, she could tell something was wrong. There was blood everywhere. The doctors were running around and in complete panic. All the wanted to do was get this over with. She had been pushing for seven hours.
out of her head endlessly. It was a sight to see. Who would have ever
. He did not bother to think of how the clothes may have reached inside the room. Instead, he got dressed into them, and headed out the door. **** Each body was in the same place and position as it was in Mike's dream.
I shouldn’t have done that, I shouldn’t have done that! Why did I do that? Why just why? That’s all that kept going through Kara’s mind. When the first tears fell, she locked herself up in her room.
As the sun slowly settled, darkness began to overcome the Earth. Sickness—had come. The sickness slowly but readily crept into each home. It was the Midnight Theft. The destructive plague stole during midnight—it stole lives. Deep in the heart of Tukenasville, people were dying, and the whole country was beginning to perish. The flowers withered as they bloomed. The mountain peaks crumbled under steer weight. Animals fled to holes to live out the final moments of their life. People were distraught, and chaos was invading every planet in the macrocosm. People called me Nikolaou Gonfalon. I was the last of the Warriors of Phos. Long ago, the Sisters of Moiré ordained my doomed fate. I tried to bargain with them to change it, but in the end, I captured them and locked them up in a repository on a cliff. I was to lead the expedition to find the cure for the Midnight Theft. That, however, was not the reason why I would go on this journey. My best friend, Tolem, was dying of a rare illness called Takigifeay. It was causing the slow built up of lactic acid on his bones. I knew that death would come to him soon. Legend spoke about a necklace that can bring life to anyone or thing. It was said to have been belonged to an Oceanian, one of the water people. The Lost Jade Necklace of Serenity was what it was called, and it could bring healing to the Earth. Nonetheless, it could be the obliteration of mankind, also. I began to pack since my journey was to start at that moment.
It was a quiet night, 9 PM, and no sounds were heard. Detective Josh Bush was just getting ready to leave. His assistant; Carl Lobson, hadn’t showed up all day because he was home sick. He felt uneasy the way Carl’s desk was empty with shadows over it. Josh heard a creak at the door and saw Carl.
The Perfect Murder? Oh no. OH NO, OH NO, OH NO! How could you think this was possible? I could never tell you my story in 500 words.
The Perfect Murder The wind was strong, but in the sheltered clearing, all that could be felt was a slight breeze. The green leaves rustled, the birds sang, and the bees buzzed around, collecting pollen from the lilacs. It was the perfect place for Shannon to enjoy the warm sun and plot out her next murder.
The Road To Despair “Drive safely, Gracie,” Mrs. Bennett pleaded with her twenty year old daughter. “I’ll be fine mom,” Gracie assured her, but even as she spoke, she couldn’t help but feel anxious for her first out of state drive on her own. Gracie started the car, put on a brave face for her worried mother and took one last look at her comforting, peaceful, neighborhood. “It’ll be fine,” Gracie told herself, “It’s only two days on the road”.
To say Park Street was ordinary would have been an understatement. It was conventional, lacking even the slightest bit of interest to cause for contrast. A street you could walk down 20 times and still not be able to distinguish from the others. Imagine an almost stereotypical neighbourhood and then I’ve saved you a trip.
Months pasted like days, hours as minutes for learning of this world was rather nostalging to the point he didn't want to be alive. His own other self had died and lost as he, with almost no drive for what to do, he simply wait for hunger to kill him. * Scream * The alarm awoke his mental state as he heard a cry that could be of help.
“That won’t be necessary, I remember it,” he said, shaking his head. “One night, I slept down by the river, and woke up hungry enough to eat a bear. I went looking for some food. After checking several houses, and found door open. Entering the house, I looked around until I found the kitchen and took some food from the refrigerator.