He kissed you slowly, and the feeling of love drowned your senses. A hug. A kiss. And you went further on.
You walk home, feeling amazing, beautiful, wonderful and every other feeling of happiness and love. The sky seems full of joy and the blue is blinding. The clouds have mixed shapes and sizes, each much more different than the other.
You enter your room and sit at the warmest corner in your room and smile at the thoughts of that special someone. Then your eyes blacken out.
Death. Hate. Depression. Bitterness. Sorrow. Murder.
You shake your head at the thoughts and push try to push them out. A feeling of emptiness fills your inner soul. You grab the knife under your bed from when you were eating watermelon and stick it in your back pocket.
A strong urge fills you. You can’t control it. You walk out your door and towards the person you love.
He is texting his friend about how much he loves you. You lift the knife into the air and try to hold back. You fingers cringe, trying to press the knife against his neck.
You feel the guilt slipping through your ears and cool off your neck. You let out a quiet sigh and smile. You are glad that you didn’t kill. You slowly lose grip of the knife and it slips out of your fingers, landing on his shoulder and gracefully gliding down his arm. A long scar scrapes his arm and the knife is stuck at the very end.
He falls down to the floor and looks around wildly to find the person in charge. His eyes fill with tears and disappoint when he sees that you are the cause of this. A twisted frown of hatred fills his expression.
You begin to cry and find a way to apologize for the harm just caused.
“I’m sorry.” You whisper and cry a lot more.
He gives a glare.
“How could you?” He slowly stutters.
“I didn’t mean to. I don’t know.” You whisper.
His eyes begin to blink quickly, showing he would be gone any second.
You run to his side and kiss his lifeless lips.
“I’m sorry. I love you.” You say slyly and step away from the body.
You walk home, feeling amazing, beautiful, wonderful and every other feeling of happiness and love. The sky seems full of joy and the blue is blinding. The clouds have mixed shapes and sizes, each much more different than the other.
You enter your room and sit at the warmest corner in your room and smile at the thoughts of that special someone. Then your eyes blacken out.
Death. Hate. Depression. Bitterness. Sorrow. Murder.
You shake your head at the thoughts and push try to push them out. A feeling of emptiness fills your inner soul. You grab the knife under your bed from when you were eating watermelon and stick it in your back pocket.
A strong urge fills you. You can’t control it. You walk out your door and towards the person you love.
He is texting his friend about how much he loves you. You lift the knife into the air and try to hold back. You fingers cringe, trying to press the knife against his neck.
You feel the guilt slipping through your ears and cool off your neck. You let out a quiet sigh and smile. You are glad that you didn’t kill. You slowly lose grip of the knife and it slips out of your fingers, landing on his shoulder and gracefully gliding down his arm. A long scar scrapes his arm and the knife is stuck at the very end.
He falls down to the floor and looks around wildly to find the person in charge. His eyes fill with tears and disappoint when he sees that you are the cause of this. A twisted frown of hatred fills his expression.
You begin to cry and find a way to apologize for the harm just caused.
“I’m sorry.” You whisper and cry a lot more.
He gives a glare.
“How could you?” He slowly stutters.
“I didn’t mean to. I don’t know.” You whisper.
His eyes begin to blink quickly, showing he would be gone any second.
You run to his side and kiss his lifeless lips.
“I’m sorry. I love you.” You say slyly and step away from the body.
Ariel the mermaid got hurt. She can't swim or eat or anything. We were going to call the fish fins animal emergency call, but they would think we were full of it. We are really sad to see that mermaid hurt, but what could we do. "I have an idea," said Ashley! "What is it? Tell me already. Don't you want to help the mermaid?" " Okay. We need to make a plan," said Ashley. "What type of plan?" "You go up on shore and call for help, and if they think your lying go to the store and get coconut oil, a fake mermaid tail, and a knife. After you do that we are going to do some surgery."
" Are you okay Ariel," said Ashley? "No, I am hurting really bad." "Well, don't worry help is on their way I promise we will help you." Who's we?" "My friend, Victoria, and I, so don't worry. Just try to take a nap and everything will be ok." "Okay. I am counting on you too protect me." "I know just trust me."
" Are you okay Ariel," said Ashley? "No, I am hurting really bad." "Well, don't worry help is on their way I promise we will help you." Who's we?" "My friend, Victoria, and I, so don't worry. Just try to take a nap and everything will be ok." "Okay. I am counting on you too protect me." "I know just trust me."
Veronica
Suck the life of a rose.
After changing back I saw the remains of that man. It was enough to make me sick. I just fell to my knees looking up at the sky. A girl walks up beside me and kneels down. "Don't look so down." I go to look at her and no one is there. I look back up at the sky waiting to hear that voice again. There wasn't any sound anywhere around. Out of the silence i could hear a faint breath from the night behind me. I move to the right when i hear the shot.
It grazes the side of my head and i fall to the ground. I hear footsteps running towards me as my eyes slowly close.
It grazes the side of my head and i fall to the ground. I hear footsteps running towards me as my eyes slowly close.
Bullets fly through the air at a man behind a car. He rolls from the car to an alley avoiding the gun fire and makes a run for a motorcycle on the other side. Once getting there he pulls a .44 out of a saddle bag on the side and takes off as fast as it can go. No sooner than he hit the throttle the force was on him once again with heavy fire whizzing past his head. With them picking up speed he starts avoiding the incoming traffic hoping they continue to miss. He pulls the .44 from the holster and fires a few shots back. He turns back and holsters the gun and tries to stay ahead. After a few more blocks a cruiser gets beside him and shoots his back tire. The bike loses control and as he tries to turn it flings him off into the side of a parked car. With some broken ribs and a banged up leg and tries to run but hits the ground as an officer tackles him.
