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formal
The Winter Formal was supposed to be a place of fun, excitement. Instead, thanks to Paul, the evening was full of despair and fear. Paul stood on stage in the gym weilding a shotgun. He had already shot four, and was about to unload the rest of his shells into the crowd.
Posted By djs On 09.20.2010 @ 12:11 pm
motel
She lit a cigarette while he put his pants on, grabbed his shirt and walked out of the motel room. She felt dirty, lonely, she wanted to curl up and die. She hated what she had to do for money.
Posted By djs On 09.19.2010 @ 2:15 pm
divide
Carl divided the money. He gave Phil ten grand and kept fifteen for himself. “Why do you get more?” Phil asked. “Because I put this plan together.” “That’s bullshit.” “Get over it, Phil. That’s the way it is.” “No, it ain’t.” Phil pulled a revolver from his pants and shot Carl in the chest.
Posted By djs On 09.18.2010 @ 5:19 pm
pouch
She raced down the hall, hoping for an exit. The black velvet pouch in her hand felt heavy, but there wasn’t a chance she would leave it behind. At the end of the hall, she pushed her way through the door marked “Exit” and found herself in an alley. She turned toward the street and ran.
Posted By djs On 09.14.2010 @ 9:18 am
upstairs
Janice ran upstairs. She knew he was right on her heels. She ran into the master bedroom and slammed the door shut. What now? She locked the door knowing it would only slow him down slightly. Running to the window, she opened it and pushed out the screen. She wasn’t going to let him get her.
Posted By djs On 09.11.2010 @ 5:42 pm
