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Submitted to Contest #43
He was chasing me. He thought it was a funny game, but to me it wasn’t. I thought it would be a fun game like when I played with mommy. I miss my mommy. We used to play fun games all the time, like when we would hide from the big scary monster who would stomp through the hallways and smell really bad. Sometimes my mommy would run to the monster to protect me from him. He made my mommy sad, she cried all the time and whenever we played the hide and seek game, parts of her skin would be purple or green-which was pretty cool. I didn’t know skin...
Submitted to Contest #42
When Lieutenant Walter Stevenson got a call from his Captain, he knew there was trouble. Lieutenant Stevens had been chasing a man, known by the given name of The Hog-Tie Slaughterer. He had been given the name by cutting his past two victims' throats and then cutting them up like a butcher and hog tying them before tossing them in a drop location. If the murder scene he was about to arrive to was the result of the Hog-Tie Slaughterer then they might have the makings of a serial killer. As Lieutenant Stevens arrived on the scene he was...
The ocean has always been my tranquility. The way she could be calm with gentle waves brushing against the shore, her salty air in the wind as a gentle reminder of the life she carried within her. Every morning, I went to admire, to paint her gentle waves, the white sea foam that floated on the top of waves,the way she would crash against the cliff I was on-like playful banter. However sometimes her waves were rough-like she was angry. The clouds were gray and the wind fierce, the waves were huge and sept through anything and everything. But...
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