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look

“Look out!”
But it was too late.
The spear flew through the air and launched itself through Bishop’s chest with a sickening sound.

» Posted By killerkoala987 On 12.13.2015 @ 8:21 pm

willow

The breeze was cool.
The stars were bright.
His hand was warm.
But it was a distant memory.
And as I sat under the willow tree, staring at his grave.
I remembered.
And I relished and relived that memory, the only thing I had left to hold on to.

» Posted By killerkoala987 On 08.13.2015 @ 9:39 pm

flour

“Oh god. Mom’s gonna kill us.”
Flour caked the walls, eggs were splattered all over the floor, butter and oil and sugar were thrown in unlikely places.
“Are you talking about the mess, or the dead guy that caused it?”

» Posted By killerkoala987 On 08.10.2015 @ 9:19 pm

eventful

What an eventful night.
Well, if you would call it eventful.
But, usually, an explosion in the middle of a party would be considered eventful.
But, of course, it seemed to happen way to often for Tyler’s liking.

» Posted By killerkoala987 On 08.03.2015 @ 8:25 pm

perspective

The night was quiet.
Well, almost quiet.
The bloodied girl struggling through the snow ruined the peaceful atmosphere.
Why was she bloodied?
“Don’t know.”
“Don’t care.”
The fox was to small to do anything to her anyway, though the stench of blood was alluring.
Of course, everything is alluring to a fox.
But what should he care of a human while he could care for finding a meal.
He could hear her rapid breaths and could smell the fear rolling off of her as clearly as one could smell the smell of the evergreens that surrounded him.
Of course, if the fox did care, he may have noticed the glint of a stained knife, reflecting the serene light from the moon.
But he was just a fox.
As long as he was fed he was content.
And he did not care for such human trifles.

» Posted By killerkoala987 On 08.02.2015 @ 10:25 pm

The night was quiet.
Well, almost quiet.
The bloodied girl struggling through the snow ruined the peaceful atmosphere.
Why was she bloodied?
Don’t know.
Don’t care.
The fox was to small to do anything to her anyway, though the stench of blood was alluring.
Of course, everything is alluring to a fox.
But what should he care of a human while he could care for finding a meal.
He could hear her rapid breaths and could smell the fear rolling off of her as clearly as one could smell the smell of the evergreens that surrounded him.
Of course, if the fox did care, he may have noticed the glint of a stained knife, reflecting the serene light from the moon.
But he was just a fox.
And he did not care for such human trifles.

» Posted By killerkoala987 On 08.02.2015 @ 10:24 pm

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