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Humorous Tone:
It was a typical Monday morning and John was running late for work. He had had a bit too much to drink the night before and was feeling a bit worse for wear. He stumbled out of bed and got dressed as quickly as he could, not even bothering to shave or brush his hair.
As he made his way to the train station, he could feel the stares of the other commuters as they took in his disheveled appearance. But John didn't care, he was just happy to make it to the office in one piece.
When he finally arrived at work, his coworkers couldn't help but laugh at his appearance. "Looks like someone had a rough weekend," one of them said, chuckling. John just smiled and shrugged, too tired to come up with a witty response.
Despite his rough start to the day, John managed to power through and get some work done. But he couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched. Every time he looked up from his computer, he felt like someone was standing behind him, staring at him intently.
It was probably just his imagination, but it was still a bit unnerving. Eventually, John decided to call it a day and head home. As he left the office, he couldn't help but wonder what the next day would bring.
Dark and Horror Tone:
John awoke to the sound of his alarm, but he felt different. He felt like something had changed. He had had a bit too much to drink the night before, but it was something more than that. It was like he had become a different person.
As he got dressed, he couldn't help but notice the stains on his shirt and the smell of alcohol on his breath. He knew he needed to be at work, but something inside him said not to go. He had an overwhelming feeling of dread.
As he made his way to the train station, he could feel the eyes of the other commuters on him. He felt like they could see the darkness inside him. He could hear their thoughts, they were afraid of him, and they should be. He was different now.
When he finally arrived at work, his coworkers couldn't help but stare at him. They could see the change in him, the darkness that had consumed him. But John didn't care, he had work to do.
He sat at his desk, staring at his computer. He could hear the thoughts of his coworkers, they were afraid of him, and they should be. But he also heard something else, a voice calling to him, urging him to do something terrible.
John couldn't take it anymore, he had to leave. As he left the office, he knew that he could never go back, he had become something else, something dark and terrible. He had become a monster.
As he walked through the streets, he couldn't help but think of all the terrible things he could do, the people he could hurt. He was filled with an overwhelming sense of power, and he knew that he would use it, he would let the darkness consume him and he would never be the same again.
John's mind was consumed with dark thoughts and he could no longer differentiate what was real and what was not. The monster inside him had taken over and there was no going back. He had become a creature of the night, a being of darkness, and he would continue to walk the earth, feeding on the fears of others.
About the Creator
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The Poisoner
Assassins have existed since the dawn of time, higher ups in society across the world desire to see those who wronged them dead! So killers are hired to eliminate the targets for wealth, typically money is the reward they seek. Most assassins use hidden blades, carried under their sleeves, quickly slashing their victims before blending in with the crowd again. Others use sniper rifles or other long range guns, shooting from afar or up close. The best assassins are subtle and sneaky, the greatest ones of all have never been caught! There are a disturbing number of ways you can kill a human, I obviously won't share any, not in this story so use your imagination. The point of this tale is to explore the most bizarre assassin to ever walk the planet, a killer who is still unknown but has committed a countless amount of murders across the globe. All of which include spiking or tampering with the victims food or drink. This would poison the target to the point of fatal illness, it happened to the most unlikely of people, as though this assassin had no true targets but simply killed for sport. Perhaps there were reasons he chose to kill these people, but it is a mystery that has been left unanswered for decades. Many believe there to be multiple Poisoner assassins throughout the years, the theory that is it no single man or woman makes a lot of sense. It is a theory many subscribe to. The targets killed range from cute couples, families or lone travellers, who visit exotic restaurants whilst on their holidays around the world. It is always detected to be either rat or ricin poisoning, that kills the victims. There have been numerous cases investigated, where CCTV has spotted strange chefs in kitchens, those who were never officially hired had slipped in a disguise and tampered with the food. They always wear the chef's scarf over their face, to hide their identity. The figure has been described as male, standing tall and athletic. To presume the killer is male, he has been spotted in bars too, a hooded figure with a balaclava, spiking drinks of people who later end up dead. Usually the police don't investigate until the killer has already committed his murder, so it seems they have long vanished before any trail can be found. Not to mention the amount of people who were at first presumed to have been food poisoned, where it was the restaurant or cafe found responsible for not properly serving well cooked food. Only for forensics to later discover the truth, which was far more sinister and purposeful. Nobody knows who this assassin is, or why they do the terrible things they do. They are presumed to be male, but even that is uncertain. The race or gender of the killer is not yet confirmed. No face has ever been identified. A pattern has not been detected either. The Poisoner is a ghost, an assassin so good, they always manage to slip through the cracks, what with their many disguises and hiding spots. One can only assume the assassin seeks out those with bounties upon their heads, do if you've angered the wrong person, someone high up in society, be sure to eat food from the supermarket instead. You'll never know if The Poisoner is after you or not, until it is too late! If you eat or drink anything that tastes off, you should probably bin that item and wash out your mouth, there's a good chance it may be dangerous to consume. Then you'd become another death, on a list of thousands.
By Joseph Roy Wright5 days ago in Horror
A New Beginning
Tony couldn’t sit still, crossing and uncrossing his legs, trying to calm his trembling hands as Clara stood at the office window deep in thought. The airline ticket in his shirt pocket moved to the beat of his heart¬– each beat bringing back the nightmare causing memories of the words he’d spoken over ten years ago. Thanks to Clara he’d finally gained the courage to buy that ticket.
By Gerald Holmes4 days ago in Fiction
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