Death at Midnight

Death at Midnight

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My father was murdered at the stroke of midnight. He made sure to wait until the ringing of the bell could mask any sounds made and left the moment the ringing stopped. I watched from the wardrobe as his throat was slit and his cries were drowned out by the tolling of the bell. I watched as the man pulled a match box from his pocket and set his cigarette alite as though there was nothing wrong. I watched as he walked away, creating a mess as he threw every object that he could in anger. I watched as he turned to marvel at his masterpiece, only unable to see my trembling form thanks to the shadows that shrouded the cupboard I was huddled in. I saw his face in the moonlight as his eyes glinted in what I could only describe as pure evil. I saw my father's best friend, now a murderer only because my father could not save his wife from illness. I vowed, in that moment, that I would get my revenge. I vowed that he would reap what he has sewn. I vowed that I would murder him with my own blade- drown him in his own blood. - - Currently under A LOT of editing. I wrote this in year 11 for a one hour test and quite liked the story so I wanted to post it. Now I'm trying to make it the best I can - -
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//He had my hands pinned tightly above my head as I squirmed beneath him. The blade twisting between his fingers. He held it up to my throat. I was afraid but refused to show it. "Hurt me." I said between gritted teeth. He just gave me a sorrowful glance before driving the dagger into my flesh.// This is no story of love and happiness. This is a story of death and destruction. One of a man and woman who met one night and not only changed the lives of themselves, but the lives of a whole world of people. One was fire and one was water. They were perfectly balanced. Until one night when the sun fell just below the tip of the tallest castle, the balance faltered, and all hell broke loose. Fire on fire. This is no memorable story that was told on for generations after. No. This is a story of the forgotten. ------------------------------------------- The prince and princess are forced to marry out of their fathers hatred for one another. Yet, there's a falter to the plan and murder gets involved. Will the two be able to put aside years of pent up hatred, or will love conquer all? #2 in tragiclovestory Socials: @0fficialcrystalwebb on tiktok

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