What you are about to read is true in some sense. She sat silently, wondering how it had come to this. Could she have done anything different? Probably. Would that have changed the outcome? Doubtfully. Like a lion in the African desert or a hawk flying high over the canyon, they found a way to get their pray. Tell me again what happened one more time, the man asked. He seemed nice enough, but surely after telling him four times, he'd have what he needed. She and her best friend had gone to the movies together. All seemed normal. Neither had anything to drink but sodas. Part of the way through the movie, her friend went to the restroom. A large action scene happened, and when it was over, her friend hadn't returned. How long had it been? she questioned. She didn't know. After a few more minutes, she became worried. She left to find her friend. Thirty minutes later, the police were called. So many questions. So little answers. Two hours later, a witness came forward with vague information. It was just before their movie would start, and they went outside for a smoke. A cry in the dark is all they heard. They did nothing. They went inside and watched their movie. A cry in the dark, and she was gone.
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Creative Writing
PoetryThis semester, I'm in a Creative Writing course, and I figured I'd publish some of the things I've written in it thus far. Some of them have very specific formats that are going to be tricky to write on a laptop, but I'm going to do my best.
