The year is 2012. 7 years. It’s been a gruesome 7 years without Adeline. It’s all my fault. I killed her. The anger in my voice is what pushed her over the edge, literally. I let out a groan as I punched the bedroom wall that already had many holes as a result of my anger. The bedroom was littered with clothes of women. This was the only thing that eased the pain. Killing. It gave me such a thrill. Something about the way the blood would pour out, how they would beg for their lives, and oh, how I love the shrill terrified screams. Each girl had something about her that made it more enjoyable. Anna had a small freckle on the left side of her neck, the bullseye for my knife. Emily wouldn’t render me the satisfaction of an easy kill. Kelly became somber and begged me to kill her. Those three were my favorite out of the twenty I killed. I finished cleaning the bloody mess from last night’s kill and changed into my navy blue suit. This was all a part of my plan. I find some lonely girl at the bar and begin to flirt with her. I then get enough alcohol in her system so she will just come home with me willingly. It’s twisted but it’s efficient.
As I arrive at the club, I look around at my options. There’s a fiery red head, she’ll put up a fight. Next, I spot a hot blonde taking shots, she would probably be passed out by the time I tried to kill her which is no fun. My eyes scan the room, stopping at a long, haired brunette readjusting her glasses while reading the Lovely Bones, oh…
Mrs. Meariam is 51 year old single mother, domiciled in the Bronx, was self-employed for several years, with her medical history of schizophrenia, client has history of violence.
Me: Hello Ms. Meariam, I’m a nursing student.
D.M.: `` how do you know my name, are you Mary? You look like someone I know.’’
Me: ``sometimes I can image people names just by looking at their face.’’
D.W. so are you a psychic?
Me: `` kind of.’’
Me: ``So can I ask you how long you have been here?’’
The moment we’re back in the apartment, I’m on my bed with Felix sitting beside me while Thorn fetches some medical supplies. I didn’t even know they had medical supplies. The knife is still in my shoulder and I groan in pain as my back lies against the bed, the blade shifting in between my muscles. My blood has drenched most of my shirt and though the bleeding is now slow, I feel the affections of my blood loss. I’m dizzy and irritable. I want to sleep, but that isn’t a good idea.
This is a story about a man named Cross Lambert.
“Hey Cross, aren’t you excited? You’re going to get your first command soon?”
“I don’t know Galius. I have been a lieutenant for so long, I don’t know how the men are going to adjust to my promotion.”
“Everyone knew you were going to be the next captain and you have many supporters, amazingly. You’re the perfect example for a high-ranking officer.”
“You follow orders to the letter and you are a devout follower of Zenith and the men…
My life changed in a blank of an eye when I laid eyes on my girlfriend Fox. Right now I’m on the phone with her best friend Elliot, “So it’s been eleven months that I’ve been dating with Fox. She’s just too marvelous to put into words. I’m absolutely head over heels in love with her. I want to ask her to marry me, how should I pop the question?” Elliot went silent, and then I hear squealing, “Boy it’s taken you long enough? Oh my god this is fantastic news! Like I’m overwhelmed with emotions,…
***Oliver 's P.O.V***
I kept messaging Dave as Carson messaged Cassidy.
I turned to him. "Look, they 're probably together doing some stupid shit. Don 't worry."
He nodded. "Yeah, you 're right. Let 's just go to maths."
I smiled. "Sure. I just need to go to the bathroom."
He nodded and we both walked into the bathroom. He looked at me, waiting for me to go to the bathroom. "Oli, what are you doing?"
I breathed out nervously. "I need to tell you something. Actually, now that I…
Being in a job which required me to communicate with the other worker in English which is not my first language was a mixture of an interesting, difficult, and challenging experience. Writing emails, shift turnover reports, monthly reports, weekly reports, and answering phone calls were some examples of tasks that we had to do using English in our work. Using Arabic was extremely forbidden, especially in emails. We had to work hard to improve our skills in English because the management would…
One Saturday night I was chilling at my house. Every Friday and Saturday I would go to this club called Aqua in Hempstead but that night I decided not to go out. I just wanted to stay home, chill, and play some video games, FIFA. At twelve thirty in the morning, I received a phone call from my friend, Harold.
Harold said, “Hey, what are you doing tonight? Are you going out tonight?”
“No,” I replied, “I am going to stay home, hang out and play video games.”
Harold said, “Alright, I 'm…
As I walked to my friend, Kelcies ', restaurant I look inside and saw that only a few people were dining in. I walked to the entrance and pulled the handle but to my disappointment it was locked.
I notice Kelcie at her station. I do my best by waving my arms to try and get her attention as well tapping on the window, unfortunately I fail to do so, as I watch her disappear to the back of the restaurant. With a sigh I sit on the curb hoping it won 't take to long for her to finish cleaning. It had…
Carmilla left her class early. She needed to grab a shower, plus she had to pick out something to wear. She power walked back to her room just so she could be ready for 6:30. She managed to get back to her room by 5:45 which gave her plenty of time to shower, and fix herself up. She jumped into the shower and got out 10 minutes later. 'What the hell do I wear? Are we going somewhere nice or casual? Should I text her and see? Fuck it, I 'll surprise her. ' Carmilla decided to wear her black…