When The Curtains Drop

When The Curtains Drop

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[Previously named Rosegold] Rose Veretta is the heartbeat of the nation. Her smiles on magazine covers are worth a million dollars and to just get one of her clicks was to die for. People loved her and she loved her audience. At least that's what everyone thought. On the other side of the newspaper was a shadow. A serial killer on the loose who had been the nightmare of the PD for the last three months, with 5 murders to their record. Only two things about Robin were known, they considered murder as a form of art, and they loved popularity. What else would explain their obsession with leaving their name and one of their expensive ornaments on the crime scene? Naturally, these two belonged to different worlds. They didn't need to ever cross paths or even considered connected. But surprisingly, all the people Robin killed are one way or another, connected to Rose. Now that's a little too convenient, isn't it? # ONC Prompt 28: Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. # ONC 2024 Longlister and Shortlister ONC 2024 Ambassadors Pick Featured in Ambassadors Newsletter June 2024
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"How do you feel now, Morgan?" She says, more pointing something out than asking a question. She grabs hold of my wrists and tightens them. If I could see properly I could swear I see them turn purple. "I could beat you to the bone, right here, right now, till you die from your injuries. But, I won't. You will die. Maybe not today, maybe not in a month, but you will." Well, obviously I'm going to die. Humans don't live forever. "Wonder why?" "No, and I really don't care." She answers anyway. "Because we have the power, the people, and the weapons to do it. Face it, you're defenseless against us." I feel some blood flooding my mouth, so I, being a perfectly nice person, spit it in her face. That doesn't faze her at all. "I have the strength and intelligence, something you clearly don't have. Whatever y'all do to me, it won't break me. I will put up a hell of a fight before losing. I will fight, and I will win." I turn over and look at her fellow companions. "Even if I die doing it." "Is that a risk you're willing to take?" ____________________________________ 17 year old Morgan Peters is an average girl living life. When she goes on a trip to Rio de Janeiro to watch the FIFA finals with a few friends, a serial killer committing massacres joins in on the sporty fun and shows the thousands of fans what true adrenaline is. After the games and a few bumps along the way, she returns to her hometown, and shortly starts receiving suspicious texts from an unknown number. She figures that it appears she has a stalker on her hands. Can she live with a stalker? Or will it get more mendacious, chaotic and deadly? Follow Morgan and her best friends as love sparks, secrets get released, and betrayal of family floods through their veins. ALL NAMES, INCIDENTS, AND SOME EVENTS ARE PURELY FICTIONAL! OTHERS MAY BE COINCIDENTAL. All rights reserved.

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