The struggle of being a twin flame with malevolence.
I will publish this story in parts, hopefully, it's not too much trouble if so message me and I'll finish it up and publish the whole thing. Please comment and give me pointers I'm very new to wri
The victims would very, on really bad days, the victims would be older men. On good days they would be young women. She studied him closely, she would be the one to make him feel that absolute high. True bliss and happiness. She was consumed with a singular purpose. She was gonna give the boy a most precious gift.
The FBI had been helping the polis. They had found some bodies one town over and concluded that these were vitimes that had been dumped by our town murderer. People are barely outside any more. All of them were afraid of the killer.
But not amilia, she admired him and his meticulous ways. Everything was organized and precise. Nothing was left to chance. When the boy turned 21 the old man died and the boy inherited the house. She knew that this meant his experiments would grow to a new faze. And she wanted to be his subject. His new project. She would outlast all of the others, never giving in, to keep his absolute focus. She would satisfy his most deep need. And make him whole again.
She new his usual hunting grounds. One of the most common once was pie&crust country-inn. There would pass through a great many tourists and just as many locals. He would wait for sum adventures prick to go on a drunk midnight stroll. They where often looking for kiosk close by not realizing that the closest one was 2mils away. That's when he would swoop in. Like a knight in a shiny car."hey, where do you think you're going, there nothing down there for at least two mils!" the wondering fool would then almost everytime with out fail say "I'm good man, I'll find it". How unoriginal we humans are. "Look you're drunk and if you haven't heard there's a murderer on the loss, so I would prefer it if you went back and sobered up first!". They would ponder the thought for a few seconds and then answer one of two things. Ethier "Can't you just drive me there and back then? Where friends now right!" the other was "Fine, ill go back". If they said drive me there, he wouldn't savor them. It was always a swift kill. If they choose to go back he would hold them captive, torture them and take their best parts. Some of the bits he would consume. However that was reserved for the once who lasted the longest, making him feel loved. Those few people he wanted to be one with.
She was envious of them.
On the 20th of November the FBI released a statement on national news networks."He's extremely dangerous, if you see this man, call the polis immediately. Do not approach him." the polis chef and agents around him looked nervous and proud. They had successfully created two composite sketches with help of Caspers first abduction victims.
She new immediately what this meant. Without a second thought amilia puts on her red dress with white buttons. She does her makeup and puts on a lipstick with the the darkest shade of red. She grabs her diary's and her backpack. All she can think of is that Casper must have seen the sketches too. And if he had, there is no way his not looking for his last hurrah before they find him. She was not gonna let them, not before he knew how she felt, not before she could show him.
She waved down a taxi, once in it she didn't know where to go, after a short deliberation with herself, she decided to take a chance on the pie&crust. She thought that if he's hunting one last time it will be at night, and the only place he would hunt at night was the pie&crust. the greatest chance to be picked was to be there.
As soon as she saw the yellow brick building her heart started pounding. She had never felt such excitement before, it was goosebump-inducing. She paid the taxi, as she went to leave the taxi man yells "hey lady, be careful alright there have been a lot a people that have gone missing from around here, even heard it on the radio today!".
Short story by Sipora
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Written on 2019-02-20 at 08:34
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I will publish this story in parts, hopefully, it's not too much trouble if so message me and I'll finish it up and publish the whole thing. Please comment and give me pointers I'm very new to wri
When my time comes - Part 3
Except for the fact that the murderer was possibly the same person as the previous abductor. Because every victim had their eyes plucked out.The victims would very, on really bad days, the victims would be older men. On good days they would be young women. She studied him closely, she would be the one to make him feel that absolute high. True bliss and happiness. She was consumed with a singular purpose. She was gonna give the boy a most precious gift.
The FBI had been helping the polis. They had found some bodies one town over and concluded that these were vitimes that had been dumped by our town murderer. People are barely outside any more. All of them were afraid of the killer.
But not amilia, she admired him and his meticulous ways. Everything was organized and precise. Nothing was left to chance. When the boy turned 21 the old man died and the boy inherited the house. She knew that this meant his experiments would grow to a new faze. And she wanted to be his subject. His new project. She would outlast all of the others, never giving in, to keep his absolute focus. She would satisfy his most deep need. And make him whole again.
She new his usual hunting grounds. One of the most common once was pie&crust country-inn. There would pass through a great many tourists and just as many locals. He would wait for sum adventures prick to go on a drunk midnight stroll. They where often looking for kiosk close by not realizing that the closest one was 2mils away. That's when he would swoop in. Like a knight in a shiny car."hey, where do you think you're going, there nothing down there for at least two mils!" the wondering fool would then almost everytime with out fail say "I'm good man, I'll find it". How unoriginal we humans are. "Look you're drunk and if you haven't heard there's a murderer on the loss, so I would prefer it if you went back and sobered up first!". They would ponder the thought for a few seconds and then answer one of two things. Ethier "Can't you just drive me there and back then? Where friends now right!" the other was "Fine, ill go back". If they said drive me there, he wouldn't savor them. It was always a swift kill. If they choose to go back he would hold them captive, torture them and take their best parts. Some of the bits he would consume. However that was reserved for the once who lasted the longest, making him feel loved. Those few people he wanted to be one with.
She was envious of them.
On the 20th of November the FBI released a statement on national news networks."He's extremely dangerous, if you see this man, call the polis immediately. Do not approach him." the polis chef and agents around him looked nervous and proud. They had successfully created two composite sketches with help of Caspers first abduction victims.
She new immediately what this meant. Without a second thought amilia puts on her red dress with white buttons. She does her makeup and puts on a lipstick with the the darkest shade of red. She grabs her diary's and her backpack. All she can think of is that Casper must have seen the sketches too. And if he had, there is no way his not looking for his last hurrah before they find him. She was not gonna let them, not before he knew how she felt, not before she could show him.
She waved down a taxi, once in it she didn't know where to go, after a short deliberation with herself, she decided to take a chance on the pie&crust. She thought that if he's hunting one last time it will be at night, and the only place he would hunt at night was the pie&crust. the greatest chance to be picked was to be there.
As soon as she saw the yellow brick building her heart started pounding. She had never felt such excitement before, it was goosebump-inducing. She paid the taxi, as she went to leave the taxi man yells "hey lady, be careful alright there have been a lot a people that have gone missing from around here, even heard it on the radio today!".
Short story by Sipora
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Written on 2019-02-20 at 08:34
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