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City Cleaner
'Where is he?' 'Sam, over here,' shouted Mike at the top of his voice in a hospital lobby. 'Is he alright?' Sam came running towards Mike. 'We don't know yet. The doctor told us to wait.' Sam was breathing heavily due to anxiety. 'Please sit down, Sam.' 'Mike, I knew they were onto something big. But, shooting my son. How low they can be?' 'We know who did it. Police are on the way. We will inform them.' 'No, nobody is going to inform them. Enough is enough. I will take my vengeance,' proclaimed Sam. 'Don't rush to conclusions. Police will take care of it.' The doctor came out of the emergen...
Neglected
I was made when she was only 5, but by then she could have gone to college. She was smarter than me, smarter than I could have ever been, by far. She only wished for one thing on her fifth birthday, and that thwww.onedoor.ccing was me. She built me from 158 parts. Must have been complicated. But the only thing I wished for was a best friend just like her, until I found out that best friends don’t always last forever. My friendship with her lasted a few years, but then she got older, and threw me away. I guess that’s just how my life works. Great until broken.I’m a robot, but I still have a name. I’m Ruby 1...
In the Clutches of a Sinner
A serial killer's free and roaming about.But not a single soul knows. How'd I know, you ask. It's because I've seen it, of course. The body was tied up and gagged. Lined up in a table were various sharp objects, for the torture, I presumed. When the killer neared, the hostage couldn't stop screaming and crying and kicking around.But a killer's no softie. It didn't stop the cold-blooded murderer from doing what he wants, finishing what he must. At the end of that picture, let me summarize. There was blood everywhere you stepped.Poor soul. Ended up in the clutches of a sinner and stepped into De...
"Make Sure Everyone Knows..."
Our eyes BOTH watched Our ears BOTH heard Our skin BOTH felt Our noses BOTH smelt Our mouths BOTH watched And yet our brains have different interpretations. Different plans on how we should handle our “secret.” Our little mystery. Why was that? Why couldn't we both agree? ... Hannah;“Hannah! Please!” Mother called across the table. Splitting open my thoughts. Causing reality to seep in. “Um-yes.” I answered turning to meet my mothers eyes. She had beautiful brown eyes which sat in her face so evenly. It was perfect how they lined up with her brows and her nose. Her mouth. Those perfect slim p...