That was when I saw him. I followed him for hours. His hazel brown hair, his emerald green eyes and freckles scattered across his fair face. He had to be in his twenties.
The first man I would ever kill.
He walked with a sort of nervous stumble, anxious to get out of the dark, lonely streets. He hadn't seen me yet. Perfect. I smirked to myself and came out of the shadowy alleyway. I forced my soft face into a mask of calm and cool. "Hello? Are you okay? You look lost." I gave him a reassuring smile. He jumped slightly when he saw me and gave me back a nervous, lopsided smile. "Uh no... No, I'm fine. Well..." he glanced down shyly. Piece of cake. "I am a little lost actually. You wouldn't mind..."
My face broke into a joyful grin. "I wouldn't mind at all." I licked my lips. Not one bit.
And so, I helped Little Red Riding Hood get to Grandma's... little did he know the wolf was right behind him.
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'Sup my dudes.
My school has this awesome club that's run by a teacher where we basically write and read. "Creative Writers Club" lol. This story is a bit old but I still like it :)
Cya!
- DeeJay xoxo
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My random story scenes
RandomSo I have a bunch of fluff scenes on my laptop that need a place to hide. Do you ever get a random hit of inspiration and just HAVE to act on it? Well these are those times... (feel free to use them as prompts) (If you use my scenes in your stories...
