She Had To Die, Short Story |
She Had To Die, Short Story |
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![]() Crying Behind Blind Eyes ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Member Posts: 257 Joined: Mar 2004 Member No: 7,967 ![]() |
Story I wrote.
It's yet to be completed...and probably never will be. ------------------------------ Understand that it is not that I hate her, and it is not so much murder as it is circumstance. You see, it cannot be murder if the victim is unknown to the killer. It is only murder if the killer takes their action out of spite. And I, my friend, feel no spite towards her. Infact, even on the day the plan hatched itself inside my weary brain I felt not even a small amount of spite...towards her. I simply felt the yearning for fulfillment. I remember it well, the day that my exceedingly wonderous plan was formulated. I was simply laying in bed, exhausted by the toilsome day of school that I had embarked upon that day. I wanted nothing but rest. Ease. A simple moment of quiescence would have been enough. Perhaps I would have had it, had my eyes not fallen upon the stain on my dresser cabinet. The dark, smoky gray stain, produced by billowing candle smoke, that plagued the smooth, white surface. I cringed. I had spent days trying to scrub the smoke stain off, and when that had failed, I had taken to scraping my fingernails against the wood until they bled, in a desperate attempt to dig the stain out. This had failed, leaving only thin, nail marks. But it was the glimpse of that disgusting, repugnant stain that stirred the thoughts that had been floating around idly in my brain, into one single over-ruling thought. The girl had to die. Again I state, it is not that I hate her, I could never hate someone I do not know. She has simply always been there, standing to one side of me at school. A stranger. An intruder. An outlander. We have never spoken a single hello to one another, much less anything else. She has just always been there, cluttering up the hallways, standing to close. Being to casual, with that overly friendly, obviously fake smile of hers. With those eyes that, more than likely, could shoot malicious arrows on will. But I do not hate her, and what I intend to do is not out of spite, nor is it murder. It is merely circumstance. I feel certain that you agree, as I know that she would as well. ----------------------- Second segment added further down. |
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QUOTE You see, it cannot be murder if the victim is unknown to the killer. Ahh I love that.I want to know what happens next! Gr! I lov emystery-murder stories. It's nicely written. I LOVE the sentence structure and the vocabulary. Awesome. |
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