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Brom Junior Member
since 2000-06-06
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This one is rather long and deals with violence. It IS fictional though, just so u know its not from experience  Untitled(any suggestions?) Johnny was finishing up work. Cause he didn't want to be late. He had to be home by six. So he would have time to get ready for his date. As he was leaving the building. He noticed a girl walking down the street. He was memorized by the way she looked. From the top of her blonde her down to her feet. He began to follow her. As he did wild thoughts started to escape. The crept into the danger zone. Of what most would consider rape. He walked up behind her. And pushed her down against her will. He didn't give a damn about her. All he wanted was a cheap thrill. When he finally finished violating her. He just leaves her for dead. Lying in the garbage. That he used as a bed. Johnny looks around and to see if anyone is looking on. The coast is clear, so he goes home. Wondering who that girl was. He had just left all alone. He walks into his apartment. Gets himself ready for the date. He starts a fire and chills the champagne. Nothing left to do but wait. As time slowly went by. He became more aware of the realization. The he had been stood up. So he went to bed in frustration. In the middle of the night. He was awaken by the phone. It was a friend of the woman who didn't show. The friend was crying, cause the woman never made it home. Just then a shiver went up his spine. He started to think of what he had earlier done. Wondering if the woman he had violated. Could she be the missing one? He told the girl not to cry. He said the woman never showed up tonight. He told her to go back to sleep. Trying to comfort her by saying everything will be alright. He began to panic with fear. At the thought of what he might have done. He couldn't take it anymore. He gave in to the madness, and took out his gun. As the lifeless body of this man. Was on the cold wooden floor. A chilling sound echoed thru the apartment. That was coming from the front door. Love will be the end of us... |
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