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Diary of a Cereal Killer
ENTRY 1 Numbers, Numbers, Numbers... I have a wicked desire, as I awakened from my slumber Premeditated plots to express my mayhem
Just Let Me Die Here (A serialized novel)
Prologue This is the absolute best. There is no one else on the trail with me and I stop for a moment to take in the view, and the quiet. The wonderful, delicious, delicate quiet. It hovers, suspended in the air like a thin sheet of ice just waiting to crack. It’s been a long time since I’ve experienced such peace. The view is beautiful, beyond anything I could have imagined when I dreamed of skiing these mountains. The snow-frosted pines stretch on for miles, an endless sea of evergreen glittering in the afternoon sun. The snow beneath my skis is pristine, the groomed path stretching off to the horizon then curving down to the valley below.
The Threat "I want you to read this message very carefully and keep the secret with you until further notice. You do not need to know who I am or where I'm from until I find a place for us to meet." "I have been paid seven thousand in advance to terminate your life for reasons listed to me by my employer he, is one I believe you call a friend."
11:00 p.m. It was like any other day at home just hanging out in our new apartment. Rico and the boys had left five hours earlier. I took a shower and then watched Revenge until it was time to go pick Chris up from work. When I got a call from one of the guys Rico hangs out with. Normally I would have gotten suspicious of the fact that Rico himself didn’t call me; but for some reason, it didn’t click in my head at that moment. They said that they were bringing me back my car, and they’d be at the apartment in about 5 minutes. When the phone hung up I had questions running through my head. My first question was why they had my car, to begin with.
The Last Supper !
David had long known that he would kill his wife. David is a character. But learn to accept anonymity and guess it is a blessing, not a curse. He got up at the same time, did not differ from the clothes he had worn that day, ate the same morning and led to the same work. He handed over the security to the afternoon break and then went to the park. He sat here for forty-eight minutes reading a newspaper, eating a sandwich, and then returned to the office. This routine was a relief to him.
Lacey St. Pierre
It would happen on her birthday. The sudden crash and bang as the front door was breached and dark uniforms flooded in - blinding them with flashlights, screaming incoherently and holding plastic shields up - interrupted the second chorus of “happy birthday” while her best friend carried the personalized cake to the table.
AtDS part three
Three On Monday morning, Eleanor’s phone rang at breakfast. She answered it under hawks’- eye gazes from her parents and sister, who sat with a cereal spoon raised halfway to her mouth, dripping milk.
A Light In The Dark
One Week Later... Lights and sirens surround the lighthouse, men in uniform calling out orders are partially lost in the crashing waves. "What happened here?" asks the lead detective.
My name is Iris Mila Matthews. My friends and family call me Mila or Ris. I'm only 19 years old, but this is the story of how my life changed drastically in just one year.....
The grays, why is it every time someone gets abducted or visited it's the gray ones? No reptilians, no three legged or four legged freak of space, it's the gray nerds of the cosmos. Now Alien was an 'alien'! "Get to the choppa! "Billy!! C'mon!" ....loud bangs on the door interrupted the thought process. Michael turned and laid propped up on his hand listening to make sure it was HIS door he heard being hit. Not the best loft apartment but it was cheap and big enough considering the space and location within the city. Something he needed just starting out, even had a small nook overlooking 2nd Ave and Noble. Again another two loud bangs,
A Person of No Importance
I always lie more convincingly in a red dress. Good thing I was wearing one when the police arrived. And the bloodstains! They would have been positively lurid against the cream-colored Stella McCartney cocktail dress I was this close to putting on the night before. Well, I always have been lucky. If you met me in person, you’d hate me. You really would.
“Sir, you don’t understand. I’m not mentally capable of doing something like this.” “I don’t care. Just get to it.” I’m struggling to fight it. Trying to escape the control. There’s no way out. His voice rumbles in my head, shaking the world around me as he tries to break down my defenses. He’s trying to make me susceptible to his every suggestion. I’m fighting and fighting, but he keeps persisting. I scream out in pain. “You don’t understand! I can't cope with doing something like that!”