Preface
Amy Spencer
05/10/1985, 11:56pm
The stern look in her eyes shifted to me. I felt fear wash over me like a big wave of cold water. I stumbled backwards and failed to keep my balance. As fell to the ground I let out a loud groan. My neck craned back to Justin’s apartment, he lay still on the wooden ground. His face was pale, and his shirt stained with- with BLOOD! It was gushing out of his one of his shoulders. His eyes shut; I no longer could see his deep blue eyes that always seemed to calm me. My eyes were wide open now; I stumbled to my feet and hurried into my apartment. I gently closed to door, trying not to alarm the neighbors. Why did I have to go over?! I screamed at myself. I felt stupid and helpless. How did she kill him? I’m now a prime suspect! This is just horrible. I thought to myself, the police would be here any minute. My body felt so small what would I tell them?
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Killing Intentions...
Mystery / ThrillerThis is a short story about a murder. There a lot of twists and surprises, so please enjoy :) (My first official published story)
