The Pinecone Killer

The Pinecone Killer

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Fiction
Mystery
It's 1963. It feels like there's all the time in the world, but that's all it is- just a feeling. The clock is ticking, and the sun is setting. It's my mind that is held secret, but my actions that will be known world wide. It's my name that will soak your history books in blood. You can hear what sounds like "truth" from the media, or you can read what is reality right here.
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"I didn't kill him." I repeated the same line over and over again. He wasn't dead. I knew it. I know that he's alive. "I didn't kill him." He had to be out there, but it didn't matter now. They wouldn't let me out of here no matter how much I begged. "I'm not crazy and he's not dead!" I yelled out. No one answered. I began rocking back and forth. "I didn't kill him."

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