Farmhouse_The King of Bones_The Violet Killer_I Was The Liar Who Won
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Farmhouse
Ron was used to his sleepy little New England fishing town. Nestled against thewww.onedoor.cc Atlantic Ocean, it was nice enough, but he really didn’t have anything to compare it to. Back in high school, his future looked so bright. His excellent academics and extracurriculars gave him admission to a prestigious university in New York, but after his mother fell ill, he had no choice but to remain in town running their small family home repair business and caring for his kid sister Blythe. Despite his circumstances, Ron was a generally nice young man. With impressive height, a lean yet muscular physique, ch...
The King of Bones
The heat. It’s like a dream. I think I’m asleep, a walker dragging herself through the heavy weight of sand flooding around her ankles, almost soft clouds that tempted her to sink into and sleep. But then the hot sun beats down on my back like a sharp whip, reminding me that this is, in fact, real. If I genuinely decide to lie down and close my eyes, my sleep may turn eternal. It’s tempting. How long has it been? Days? Weeks perhaps? I shouldn’t have escaped. The high walls of bones sound like a luxury now, a sanctum away from the wild monsters that leak this wretched place in the night. ...
The Violet Killer
Upon seeing another dead body by the river with a Violet flower placed on the corpse we then all knew who the culprit was. It was the Violet Killer a serial killer in the town who kills people and places a Violet flower on their corpse. The police in the town was patrolling every night but that didn`t stop the killing. Grew frustrated by the serial killer they hardly take actions since then what they all do is recover the body, inform the relatives about the dead body, and pretend its a normal day for the town. Pathetic law officers couldn`t even get a lead. Its was all like that for almost th...
I Was The Liar Who Won
I WAS THE LIAR WHO WON“Get your ass over there!” I shout at my comrades, as the enemy starts to creep in. I turn my attention back to her and watch the blood pool around her lifeless body. The thick, dark crimson blood that filled her entire being. I kneel beside Robin and look at her horror-stricken eyes, the same pale green eyes, that would watch me jealously, as I kissed a girl I did not love. I shut her eyelids, not wanting to feel the pain over her death all over again, and stand up. “Get rid of the body, now,” I hiss at a man passing by and he nods. “Yes, Lieutenant Seyton,” He salutes ...