Holy crap I haven't updated in so long. I started school last week so that's been taking a toll on being able to write. Its also my last year of Middle School and I have geometry this year so there's just a lot happening this year. I will try to update soon. I have something else, also written during class, but I need to work on it a bit more. Anyway, here's a weird thing I did during Social Studies for Writers Workshop.
Johnson wasn't you're average joe. He had a thing for blood, murder. You could say he was a bit... psycho, a serial killer if you will.
Johnson had lost his mother a few years before the big murder took place, and after finding out his father killed her, committed his first murder. Ever since then, he's had a weird thing for blood. Almost like there were voices telling him what to do. In five years, he had killed almost five hundred innocent people, averaging a hundred people a year, and his next target was the one and only Christopher Columbus. Johnson had been planning his murder for a while now, and finally had a chance to slit the mans throat, the planning of Columbus' great expedition to the New World.
~Time Skip~
Johnson stared at Columbus from across the table, waiting for the opportune moment to strike. That moment came when Columbus asked Johnson to fetch him a flask of ale. Once he had filled the flask of ale, Johnson slipped a couple drops of poison into Columbus' flask. Once he was back in the room, he handed the flask to Columbus, and watched as he took a large swig.
Ten minutes later, Columbus started coughing, then five minutes later, lose his color, and then five more minutes later, started to froth at the mouth. Johnson watched as the other people began to panic, smiling, before slipping out of the room, unnoticed.
Another victim dead.
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So uh yeah. That's what will happen when you tell me to write a story about someone from the 1400s or whenever the hell Columbus is from. Anyway, I have another thing that I started during this same class that I will try to get out soon. Anyway, have a great rest of your day/night/whatever time it is for you <3
- Valerie
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