She stroked the knife, smiling to herself. ‘This will be the end,’ she thought. Glancing out the window, she guessed it was about eleven-thirty at night. A full moon was out, and the stars were sparkling against their midnight blue background. Inside it was almost as dark. In the small house, only one lamp was lit. It did not give much light. The flame was small, the wick short, and only a tad bit of oil left in the bowl underneath. The glass casing was gone, so she took care to move slow, not making a gust of air to blow it out. Not until it was time.
She lightly tested the blade against the fair skin on the back of her hand. She smiled as the smallest trickle of blood dripped down to the floor. It would be sharp enough.
Hearing the crack of a twig, she slowly but urgently made her way to the window, but she could see nothing.
Outside, three police officers waited with their flashlights off. An ambulance silently rolled into the driveway. She wasn’t to know they were there. Only on a signal would they enter.
When the clock sounded the first chime of midnight, she put the point of the knife to her heart.
On the second, the police officers pushed the door open, blowing out the lamp. They called out, but only silence replied to them. They turned their flashlights on, and searched the house.
Within a few minutes, they found the body. They stood in eerie stillness. One stepped forward and took her pulse. She was dead all right. But no blood ran down her chest; the knife lay unstained many feet away.
She lightly tested the blade against the fair skin on the back of her hand. She smiled as the smallest trickle of blood dripped down to the floor. It would be sharp enough.
Hearing the crack of a twig, she slowly but urgently made her way to the window, but she could see nothing.
Outside, three police officers waited with their flashlights off. An ambulance silently rolled into the driveway. She wasn’t to know they were there. Only on a signal would they enter.
When the clock sounded the first chime of midnight, she put the point of the knife to her heart.
On the second, the police officers pushed the door open, blowing out the lamp. They called out, but only silence replied to them. They turned their flashlights on, and searched the house.
Within a few minutes, they found the body. They stood in eerie stillness. One stepped forward and took her pulse. She was dead all right. But no blood ran down her chest; the knife lay unstained many feet away.
Author notes
This was kind of weird, but I like it. It doesn't make much sense, which might be why I like it lol. I saw a contest a while ago that had a bunch of sentences to use for the first sentence, and the first sentence is from that.I wasn't exactly sure where this was going to go. At first, she was going to kill someone else, but then I decided I'd have a Twilight Zone ending.
What did you think? Please comment!
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O__o, yeah, touche to the no-sense part.
But I like this. It's haunting, and creepy. O.o
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O.o Did dementers steal her soil? xD Sorry, HP fanatic moment.

But this is interesting. Very good word choice too. xD
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lol!!! but where would i go with it? I don't even know how she died lol. and i plan on writing a romance novel... when i find the time and a good idea lol.
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OMFG I love this, you are such a talented writer, when ur all famous some day I'm gonna be like "yeah she was my best friend HAHA" LMFAO!!! I WANNA KNOW HOW SHE DIES THOUGH GRRRRRRRRRRR, but this is awesomely awesome and it could actually continue on into a OMG Novel LOL you'll bne like me and Jennie even though out novels are romance hehe. GREAT GREAT GREAT JOB!!!!!!!!!!!
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interesting
very descriptive well written
keep it up
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