They freaked out after seeing her body, steadily lifted above the floor. The rope squeezed her neck enough to let blood drip from her nose and mouth. The sweet melody from her player added creep to her death.
"S-she... killed herself," her mom's terrified remarks.
I painfully stared at her bodyㅡ a temple without its masterㅡ and felt a sudden desire of revenge for her soul.
"No, it isn't suicide," I asserted. "It is murder."
ㅡ A Murder Incident
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Question:
Have you ever wondered if you will be missed when you're gone?
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Sunflower Stories
PoetryI bend whenever skies turn black. I lose some petals when it's dark. Even so, I'd rise again when morning comes, and darkness ends. ㅡ Sunflower
