monola
Hm. What to do, what to do. There are no more words to write so Im stuck in this ongoing cycle of writing out my dilemma. Well, I'll tell you my dilemma! Or maybe I wont. Its not that exciting.
Murder. Thats what this was. I could not believe it. Slowly, I looked towards my hands and saw what I had not wanted to see. Blood. Red, crimson liquid. What was I to do? How had I got myself into this dilemma?