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The Next Kill.She dances in the sunset. Her beauty alluring. But there are many sinister thing about her. Her teeth, Sharp and fang-like. Her eyes, They glow red in the darkness. Her voice, strident, like nails on a chalk board. The naive man she tried to lure into her grasp, turned out to be not so naive. When she tried to bite into him, to taste his luscious blood of course, He pulled a knife on her. Now she has a large bloody gash on her head, and is very hungry. Furious that her catch got away, she walked out into the night again. The bloodThe Next Kill.
She was gone.As she lay on the bed, her head resting on shattered glass, staring at the ceiling, listening to every sound made. So numb, she couldn't feel the many broken bones she had. Her tibia slit in half, ribs, many broken and some, that had penetrated the inside of her chest, had now found their way through her milky white flesh into the outside world. She could still hear the load band of th explosion, the explosion that had thrown miscellaneous objects her way. That is what inflicted the horrible wounds, which she no longer felt from lack of blood, upon her fragile body. She could smell it. &nbShe was gone.
Flaws.I'm a good person. I help our world. I have no flaws. I kill for the good of humanity. It's not bad. People kill each other every day. I'll never get caught. Even if I do, the law will understand. ... Twenty Seven. I've killed twenty seven men. They were evil. They sinned against the bible. They hurt my god. So He sent me on this understandable task. To kill the evil. I am the hand of God. Am I hearing sirens? They are not coming for me. I have done nothing wrong. I have no flaws. Perfection. God chose me to do this taFlaws.
What I see.How can I explain this feeling? Every time I see your face, I can't breathe. My heart. It's pounding hard against my ribs. It hurts. Can you hear it? Can you hear my heart beating rapidly against my insides? I can. Do you see the pain in my eyes? Every time I hear your voice. I imagine a flower. Sweet and innocent. It soothes me when nothing else will. Your touch. Your flesh so soft. Soft like silk. When I touch it, it gives me goose bumps. Can you feel it, as your head lay against me? Your eyes. Full of wonder aWhat I see.
~Teen-Writers-Club
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