I had the knife clutched in my hand, holding it close as the man grabbed the deadly bucket of bubbling blue acid. It read "Carborane Acid." I watched as he inspected it. I shivered in fear. The knife I once clutched gone. Now I have nothing. The man is stepping closer and closer. One of the blue acid bubbles pops, piercing the cement ground, permanently. I gulp, knowing that the bucket of horrific blue acid could kill me at first touch, making me a pile of burning flesh. He lifts the bucket of acid above my head. I shut my eyes in fear, frozen to this spot, waiting for death to find me. I hear screams! The screams of someone being taken by the grim reaper.
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Lost But Found
Mystery / ThrillerHe's gone.... I guess. He's strange.... I think. She's lost... I believe so. She's scared..... I would say. They're all... gone. Lost. They're just lost in time, but they're found always. They are always found. Always.
