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So, I am going to start writing... or at least try to do so... I just noticed that the green background really makes my avi pop...
Here it goes.
The Last Supper She sat there, tears welling in her eyes a she looked up at him. "Why," she pleaded, "... does our love mean nothing?" He turned, gun in hand, only to see her fear-struck face. He cocked the gun. "It's not you, it's me," he said with irony in his tone. "Maybe we can still be friends," he continued. As she sat there, she noticed his true nature, a phsycopathic murderer who she let into her heart. She wanted to scream, call for help, do anything to escape her captor, but she couldn't find the strength to even move. She was not bound, but something kept her there, some strange force. Fear, hatred, uncertanty, love, all these emotions were her chains. "So, what should we do for dinner," he said as he polished his gun. "We really can't go out 'cause i'm broke," he continued. " 'What should we eat for dinner?'" She asked rhetorically, "You're going to kill me and all you can do is think about food?!" She screamed. "Well, I'm hungry, and no one wants to die on an empty stomache, am I right?" he asked. Words betrayed her at that moment, she could find no answer to his question. All she could do is wonder how she could love a man that cold hearted. Then she remembered. All the good times they shared, all the romantic dinners and movies, and all the candy and roses,all of them invaded her thoughts as she sat there silent. "W...Wh... Why?" she stuttered once more thinking of the love she once shared with him. He stopped polishing his handgun and paused for a moment..."It's what i do." he answered. In that moment she found hope, his once evil grin had changed to a stern face. This, she knew, meant he had recalled the good times, and for that one moment, almost regretted his decision.
Well, that's all for tonight, I'll write more tomorrow, please comment if you wish.
haruki_jitsunin · Thu Jun 30, 2005 @ 09:31am · 3 Comments |
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