“Help me carry him to the car,” she said as I approached. We carried and dropped him in the trunk. THUNK! I cannot believe this is happening again. Never approaching the speed limit; yellow reflected lines streaked past silently. “This is the last time,” I told her with a stern voice. “I know, baby.” She smiled and put her hand on my knee and I knew we were both lying.

“Help me carry him to the car,” she said as I approached. We carried and dropped him in the trunk. THUNK! I cannot believe this is happening again. Never approaching the speed limit; yellow reflected lines streaked past silently. “This is the last time,” I told her with a stern voice. “I know, baby.” She smiled and put her hand on my knee and I knew we were both lying.

“Help me carry him to the car,” she said as I approached. We carried and dropped him in the trunk. THUNK! I cannot believe this is happening again. Never approaching the speed limit; yellow reflected lines streaked past silently. “This is the last time,” I told her with a stern voice. “I know, baby.” She smiled and put her hand on my knee and I knew we were both lying.

His smirk was really lovely, and it wasn’t supposed to make me love him even more, but it did. His eyes shined in the dark, gorgeous black points reflecting the soft light of the old lamp in my basement and making me feel his adrenaline. He was a drug, too dangerous and forbidden to deny the pleasure to try it. He passed his red fingers in his blond hair, painting its strands, laughing so beautiful that I laughed together. It’d be a romantic scene, if I could ignore the new corpses between us...

Elenor’s birthday was coming up fast. Her beautiful dress was nicely hanged on the dresser door, waiting to be worn. The next day, when Eleanor woke up, she wasn’t in her room anymore. A strange man was looking at her, with a large smirk on his face. “Where.. where am I?” she asked, her soft voice echoing in the small room. It was pitch black out, but the moonlight shining through the window allowed her to see the mans face. Something shined in his hands. A pocket knife. “Happy death day!”

Hello Guys Again, I have just written a brand new story 👍👍👍 BOZO. So, it's about a mystery of a serial killer, Bozo the Clown (this is a fictitious killer, although it's the name of a real clown because I couldn't find a better name). Anyway, I hope it's hard to guess who it is. P.S. - If you ever wanted to help me with a new story idea or if you ever need help just ask. Sincerely, Trel

Fire crackling in the distance. Time loses meaning. I’ll open my eyes when it’s over. Footsteps. Screams. Agony. Skin ripping. Blood spilling. Lies flow from every direction. The truth is left untold. I’ll open my eyes when it’s over. Rage. Sorrow. Betrayal. Hearts become cold. And then… Silence. My hands are covered in your blood, my love. Everything we’ve worked for is gone. It took my body. It took your life. I can never get you back. Everything we had… Is gone. I’m so, so sorry.

Rain poured down that warm summers eve, tapping the window as though someone was there. The only soul was me and the cat, asleep on the chair as the rain never stopped. The door bell rang and caught me off guard. When I opened the door, there was my sister from ten years ago, a gun in her hand and blood on the porch. “Dad is dead” she said in a whisper. It was then I knew, she was the twin dad warned me about.

Enough is enough. Listening to the constant bickering and arguing between the two of them is driving me insane. So finally, after hours of listening to this incessant torture, I calmly get up and grab the largest knife I can find in the kitchen. When I walk back into the room, my parents are still at it, taking little notice of me. I walk up behind them and slit both their throats. They gargled for a moment, then slumped over where they sat. I sit in the chair opposite, enjoying the silence.

Enough is enough. Listening to the constant bickering and arguing between the two of them is driving me insane. So finally, after hours of listening to this incessant torture, I calmly get up and grab the largest knife I can find in the kitchen. When I walk back into the room, my parents are still at it, taking little notice of me. I walk up behind them and slit both their throats. They gargled for a moment, then slumped over where they sat. I sit in the chair opposite, enjoying the silence.

Enough is enough. Listening to the constant bickering and arguing between the two of them is driving me insane. So finally, after hours of listening to this incessant torture, I calmly get up and grab the largest knife I can find in the kitchen. When I walk back into the room, my parents are still at it, taking little notice of me. I walk up behind them and slit both their throats. They gargled for a moment, then slumped over where they sat. I sit in the chair opposite, enjoying the silence.

Enough is enough. Listening to the constant bickering and arguing between the two of them is driving me insane. So finally, after hours of listening to this incessant torture, I calmly get up and grab the largest knife I can find in the kitchen. When I walk back into the room, my parents are still at it, taking little notice of me. I walk up behind them and slit both their throats. They gargled for a moment, then slumped over where they sat. I sit in the chair opposite, enjoying the silence.

It was a sunny day, the weather was absolutely perfect. Nothing could be better. Elsa and Ren held hands as they ran to the beach. They sat in the chill water, hand in hand. The newlyweds had never been better. The next day Elsa went out to get icecream to surprise Ren. "Oh, shit. I left my purse at the hotel." Elsa said just before another car crashed onto her. Her car was totalled. She died on the spot. Ren's car was also totaled but she got out alive.