After They've Seen Paree_How (not) to commit a murder_Just a bit differant_Forgive to forget
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After They've Seen Paree
“What possessed you to buy that old cruddy diary,” her friend asked as they walked to the car? “That’s why I like to browse thrift shops,” Ashley answered. “Why? This diary only cost twenty-five cents, and who knows, it might be interesting.” Ashley was never sure what there was about the old diary. Later that night, sitting with a glass of wine, she let the pages open randomly and began reading. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ December 14, 1954 What do they want from me? Today. I have to do it today. I know it. I’ve run out of options, time, and excuses. I’m not sure, but I think Shakespeare wrote, “if somethi...
How (not) to commit a murder
Now, I know what you’re thinking, “How to commit a murder? Why would I ever want to do that?”, To that I say this: I don’t know. People have different reasons for doing similar things that can seem crazy to others, and this is no exception. I won’t sit here trying to justify the act. I can’t. Neither can you. Despite any rationale you can think up, no explanation will ever be satisfactory to the point that you don’t see yourself as a monster for considering www.onedoor.ccdoing it.The road that lies before you is nothing more than a dirt path, covered with green-brown shrubbery and neglected by most. No stre...
Just a bit differant
Kylie was just a bit different then the people who constantly surround her, talking, walking, always having something to do it seemed like. Or not. Sometimes there were people just walking around listlessly, not seeming to have a care in the world. Sometimes Kylie was jealous of those people. Well, as jealous as an android could be. She was constantly sending data to the ASC (Androids as Spy's Cooperation) It should be easy for her. No human is really a match for her. One of them trying to fight her would basically be signing there death sentence. However there is a catch. This operation is se...
Forgive to forget
We were both sitting at the cold wooden bench together. The wind was breezy, and the sun was setting. Honestly I missed these moments. We used to have so many of them, but they seemed to get farther and farther away the more that time passed. We were both quiet, especially since we haven’t talked for so long. Its been about 3 or 4 years… I can’t quite remember. Especially since I didn’t know what to say. I wanted to fix it, I wanted to say sorry, but I was afraid it was too far gone. And I knew it wasn’t even my fault. It was her fault. After all, she was the one who walked out. How was she? ...