The Girl They Called Dandelion
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Last published Sun, May 8, 2016
I dragged the body out to the forest and wiped my hands off on the dead girls lace shirt, geting bloody prints on it. I pulled out a sewing needle and some tan thread. Quietly humming a tune i sewed the dandelion to the dead girls arm. I had burned off my fingerprints a while ago. The police sirens filled my ears.... It was time to go on the move again.
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In the quiet town of Hido nothing seemed to be wrong. Something was very wrong though. Muliple murders have been scouted in the area all in the same spot, the middle of a forest. In the forest there lay dead bodies all with Dandelions sewed to their arms. The people call this mysterious murderor Dandelion. So far no detectives have found any clues to lead them to the perpetrator of the murders. There in that very town was a girl named Daffodil, she was the sweetest girl . Everyone adored her but could she possibly be a murderer? One new detective might find the answers, and fall in love with the murderer in the process.
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