Marcus Bromhead_A Serial Killer_The Lady or the Lion?_Trickery
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Marcus Bromhead
My name's Marcus Bromhead, it's 1976 and I'm studying for my final exams at The Farrsholt School for Boys. I walk to school every day because walking gives me time to think, and because my mother can't afford to buy me a bicycle. On the way home I pass a narrow strip of land that belongs to the allotment society, strips of cabbages, sprouts and potato plants all growing at peculiar angles and tended to by flat-capped old men with baggy trousers and torn shirts. Sometimes I sit in the long grass by the railway track that runs along the length of the plots and think about setting fire to...
A Serial Killer
They call people like me ‘serial killers.’ I like to kills the people. Especially the girls that look happy. Nobody has a right to be happy in this world. The call bell was ringing. I looked at my watch, it was 07 in the morning, time for the maid to come. I opened the door. She was there. She was a young girl and OK to look at, but what I liked most about her was that she always looked sad. A few times I saw her crying and shedding tears. When I inquired she replied that it was her father who used to beat her almost daily. Other times he spent thrashing her mother. She came daily to do hous...
The Lady or the Lion?
Doors open, doors close. Some are engulfed in flames.Choices www.onedoor.ccabound and in the dilemma of making the right one, we often miss out on opportunities that come but once in a lifetime. Harry was pissed off.He almost slammed his hammer against the wall, but knew how futile that would be. For after all, it was he who would be repairing the damage. “When you live in a world of fools, it is a chore just to stay alive,” he mumbled to himself. For some reason, old Bee Gee tunes kept blasting out of the jukebox in his head.His will to stay alive had ebbed to an all time low and the questions layered with...
Trickery
*this is not real, not cannon, only for fun* Dolos sat high on the oak tree, overseeing the small village he stumbled upon. The town was full of action with people wandering the square and many dealers shouting out prices. A small rustling sound was heard behind him. He turned his head just in time to see a blur of grey hurling at him. He fell from the tree knocking his head on the sun-tinted grass. "What the hell Apate." "Oh come on," Apate said rolling over to lay next to him. "That was hilarious." She giggled and punched Dolos in the shoulder. "Oh you're going to pay for that," Dolos grabbe...