{content warning: blood, murder}
The room was cold and dingy. In the corner was a washing machine and a dryer with shirts and jeans in a basket sat on top. It was a cellar.
But in the cellar was a commotion. A kerfuffle. The two fought, fighting for their lives. There was a knife. It shone under the moonlight that was cast from a small window. The knife plunged into a stomach, easier than expected.
The thick, red substance pooled on the floor as it dripped from the knife. What has happened? The knife clattered on to the hard concrete floor, which in turn echoed against the thick cellar walls, as pure shock and horror set in. Dead eyes stared ahead, never to blink again. More blood spilled from the lips. Their life is gone in a matter of moments.
It was an accident. Surely they'd understand? Self defence?
A dead body on the floor and no idea how to deal with that. Shit.
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The Fluffy Sofa ✔️
Teen Fiction{PREVIOUSLY OCTAVIA'S JOURNAL} After her parent's unexpected break up, 15 year old Octavia Johnson is gifted a journal by her Uncle Zane. They share a bond no one really understands and she uses the journal to try to stay close to him once she moves...
