"One side of me says, 'I'd like to talk to her, date her.' The other side of me says, 'I wonder how her head would look on a stick"
"What doesn't kill you, fucks you up mentally but will you ever escape The Murder House? No one ever has and they don't plan on changing that." You can run but they will always find you. No doubt. This story will contain strong abusive acts. Read at your own risk. Also, always think about an action before preformed. T...
The second I spotted her in the back of the classroom I knew there was something special about her. Little did I know about her past. Little did I know she was haunted. All rights reserved ©hemmosunshine 2014
by the fourth of july the children had died ranked #65 mystery / thriller 8.8.14
It ain't the gun, it's the man behind the trigger, gets blood on his fingers and runs. It ain't the knife, it's the way that he uses it, how he abuses it in fights.
" I don't need to write a paragraph comparing your eyes to stars, or string together sentences about how your touch makes me shiver. Our love was poetic before I scribbled one stupid messy word down about you, I loved you with every bone in my body, and if that isn't poetic, I don't know what is." I screamed.
