Chapter 11: The Murderer
She could see why that kind of action might trigger a crime of passion, but this murder didn't seem to be that.
Murder Becomes Her
"So let me just make sure this is right." Liz stared blankly. Not only had she never seen this German shepherd before, but he was black and white. No, it wasn't that his fur wasn't colorful. He had no color. But she didn't have time to ruminate on...
RAGE!!!!!!!!!!!
Rage, It boils and builds Until it over flows and spills Clenched fists gritted teeth sweat pouring down your cheeks face as red as fire can your rage go any higher chocking people snapping necks to this you have no regrets Punching hard...
Clue: Chapter 3 - Murder + 6 People = Murder Mystery
"well one of us must've killed him!" ms. kadmiel said throwing her statue on the couch. "oh shit! i need a drink!" mr. nick said hurrying towards the wine. mr. chihaku looked at mr.
Lockdown (read at your own risk)
This is very important, so read this part. For those of you in the back, pay attention: The subject matter in this story may trigger emotional distress involving lockdowns and active attacks. I know because I've joked about these kinds of things...
death battle (facts)
Jacob goodnight height:6'8 weight:323 murder weapons: chain axe,bear hands. skills: murder, weapon use. abilities: durability,strength. vs. chris benoit height:5'11 weight:220 murder weapons:bear hands.
Purple guy (FnaF song lyrics)
._ **i got away with murder.** **yet i want to do it again.** **i came back and broke them apart.** **turns out their ghosts and they are mad.** **i have a plan, but it could end bad. ** **so!
Red Moon: Revolution Chapter 4
How a lone figure, dressed from head to toe in a thick winter garb had killed a massive wolf which had attacked him out of the blue when he had been out on a hike, enjoying his liberty for the weekend.
#003 - Blake Wonet
#4 of stories [kill. survive. die] i know there will be assholes like this.
Saoiste's Beginnings ‾ WIP
Saoiste wandered through the remainder of her village. She wasn't anyone special, she knew this. In fact, most in the village considered her strange, because, simply, she WAS a her, and NOT a hir. But still, the sudden, shocking loss of every single...
She Was His Pack
He told me he was going to go into hiding, but i should have realized he was just going to kill himself that night. i should have known that when he said goodbye to me.
450 a. (Liberation march)
Duckin' cops , jumpin' fences don't know where t'a go if they kill me it might as well be slow.