He was my love, my life, my everything, and he would be the death of me. James is not like anyone else I've been with. He is the definition of mysterious. Two years and I still haven't figured him out. But I do have one thing figured out, I Sarah Cosswell am and forever will be in love with James Edward Scott. I knocked on his door ready to finally see him again.
"Hello"
I said hello back then was quickly welcomed in. We ate lunch then James asked if I wanted to watch a movie.
"Yes I would love to. James I'm in love with you. I will do anything for you, with you, by you. Please let me glimpse into your life a little more?" I said. He pulled me into the couch caressing my sides with kisses making his trail of kisses up to my mouth. He pulled me over his lap swiftly then began brushing his lips over mine slowly over and over again until I became impatient. I pushed my hips against him firmly hoping to get a reaction out of him. There was nothing. I began nervously messing with the wedding ring on my finger. He lifted my shirt until I felt a thin hard object stroll up to my chest. James stabbed me in the chest. The object was a knife. There was no time to feel shocked or betrayed or even to realize the love of my life was also now a murderer. I couldn't even see how much he liked it. How he enjoyed the life leaving my body. Most importantly I could never tell anyone about the closet he threw me up in with the rest of his wife's who trusted him enough to let him kill them. I told you he would be the death of me, next time believe me. ~Death
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Narrarator:
Now madam, I know your shook but I need your opinion. Do you like scary or romantic stories or should I tell you the more interesting secrets of common fairy tales. Maybe the one about Peter Pan child murderer or the one about the girls who parents make her a monster. There's also kinder stories of how two old folks meet then teach a girl a very important lesson but... *snoreing* that's a boring story compared to next week's thriller. *Evil laugh booms*
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RandomA collection of random short stories for different genres in which I will be posting every week. The only character that will stick throughout the whole thing is the Narrator. The Narrator someone who you have never heard give his opinions or break...
