Luke Arakelian- Murder
Billy Kodastin was a farmer. Now he is a murderer. This is his story.
He crept silently up the stairs. They were creaky stairs, but he knew all of the spots to step, as he had been up these stair many times. The long bladed knife rested in his right hand, 7 inches of pure terror and death. He opened the door and the old man sat up, alert. The man with the knife dropped to the floor. The old man call out, “Who’s there?”. The knife flashed in deadly pinwheel though the air. It struck the decrepit man between the ribs. It was a devastating blow, a killing blow. The man darted across the room his 6”4’ frame taking up quite a bit of space.
The next morning, The man’s daughter came in. She screamed and fell to the floor in a dead faint. Billy Kodastin rushed in, his large frame looming over the bed. The old man had a gaping hole that was a cavern in the middle of his chest. The sheets of his bed was dyed red with blood. Billy went outside to fetch a basin of water to revive his fallen wife. He splashed the water onto a towel than from the towel to her face. As the water hit her face, she sat straight up and spat the excess liquid out of her mouth. They lived in a small town so instead …show more content…
“ Oh I was working on digging his grave.”
She burst out into fresh tears and wept on his shoulder. Billy mouthed over his shoulder for the sheriff to leave and the sheriff complied.
“Can you show me the grave?” she asked. “I want to make sure that he has a good final resting place”
“Oh. Uh. Not right now”, he murmured.
She burst past him and ran to the hole in the ground and saw a bloodied knife in the bottom of the hole. It was the 7-inch knife she used to butcher meat.
“Wha…” she stammered
She turned around and the long handled pitchfork, sharpened for the use of the farmer buried itself in her chest, and she stumbled back a few paces and fell into the grave, dieing.
“How could you?” she gurgled as her own blood choked her and she lay
Billy Kodastin was a farmer. Now he is a murderer. This is his story.
He crept silently up the stairs. They were creaky stairs, but he knew all of the spots to step, as he had been up these stair many times. The long bladed knife rested in his right hand, 7 inches of pure terror and death. He opened the door and the old man sat up, alert. The man with the knife dropped to the floor. The old man call out, “Who’s there?”. The knife flashed in deadly pinwheel though the air. It struck the decrepit man between the ribs. It was a devastating blow, a killing blow. The man darted across the room his 6”4’ frame taking up quite a bit of space.
The next morning, The man’s daughter came in. She screamed and fell to the floor in a dead faint. Billy Kodastin rushed in, his large frame looming over the bed. The old man had a gaping hole that was a cavern in the middle of his chest. The sheets of his bed was dyed red with blood. Billy went outside to fetch a basin of water to revive his fallen wife. He splashed the water onto a towel than from the towel to her face. As the water hit her face, she sat straight up and spat the excess liquid out of her mouth. They lived in a small town so instead …show more content…
“ Oh I was working on digging his grave.”
She burst out into fresh tears and wept on his shoulder. Billy mouthed over his shoulder for the sheriff to leave and the sheriff complied.
“Can you show me the grave?” she asked. “I want to make sure that he has a good final resting place”
“Oh. Uh. Not right now”, he murmured.
She burst past him and ran to the hole in the ground and saw a bloodied knife in the bottom of the hole. It was the 7-inch knife she used to butcher meat.
“Wha…” she stammered
She turned around and the long handled pitchfork, sharpened for the use of the farmer buried itself in her chest, and she stumbled back a few paces and fell into the grave, dieing.
“How could you?” she gurgled as her own blood choked her and she lay