Out for Revenge
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I take a sip of my sizzling hot Espresso when a whiff of air passes by me. Lowering my mug, a young woman takes the seat in front of me. Her features are bold, her silver eyes burning through mine, full of hate. Her pitch black hair reaches her hips, swaying as she settles in her seat.
"You killed my father."
This was an english assignment that I chose to publish and continue writing :)
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Hoping to shake this human off once and for all, I twisted my body around rapidly with a plan to put my words into action. When I was on my way to push this man as deep into the floor as possible my body all of the sudden went rigid. When my body froze solid, so did my brain. It took me several seconds to get out of my trance and when I finally did, all that was running through my mind were two words. Those eyes. All of the feelings that I had been hiding for the last 160 years were now coming crashing down on me. They were literally shooting out from this human's eyes like fire. A fire that burned into my core.
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