Hazel Eyes-
I felt the rage coming through me now, I wanted to kill that girl. Harm her. She stole him. Stole him from me.
My eyes redden with rage and tears, no more holding it back, I would let it out, I would kill that girl, in any way that I could. Guns, bombs, knifes it didn't matter. I just wanted her dead. I sat on my couch and look at the hardwood coffee table. I suddenly stand, a stronger urge to kill now.
I walk into the kitchen and see my reflection in the mirror across the room. Now angered by my reflection, I pulled open the knife drawer and took out the sharpest one I saw. Now determined to kill. I felt a strength inside me. So, let's see how good I am at killing. Left foot pivoting I threw the knife, fast. The mirror shattered, sharp pieces fell to the floor, the reflection of hazel eyes is no more. It is broken, just like my soul.
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Life On Death
HumorThe story of two young lovers Vanessa and Sebastian, growing up in rough conditions and struggling to get by. Their lifestyle brings them together but will they end up breaking each other's hearts to such an extent so that they can never love again.
