blood on the snow

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
murder , knifes , blood,snow

Submitted: August 20, 2011

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i stopped at the frozen pond and watched as the shadow of a broad man was cast over me . i turned round slowly to see a knifes blade  being held against my neck

"you ..." i breathed all my fears at once quadrupled!! im in for it . jimmy nash with a knife . i  dont think ill ever see tomorrow, unless ... no! i couldnt!  i had no choice . suddenly i spun round , grabbed the knife  out of jimmys hand  and... stabbed him in the heart! never before had i done something , anything like this . i looked down ,there right  infront of me was blood on the snow . and there was a body. the body of jimmy nash. what about his body? i thought to myself (not beleiving what happened) ..........

.........i threw jimmy nash`s body through the ice into the dark waters of bridgeville  pond and walked home.
 nobody knows about his death except from me.

it was a typical winter evening . the snow was piled high , almost at my knees and my hands, feetand  pretty much my whole body was numb with cold. the wind biting you with its icy fangs . i knew i would be home soon but that didnt stop me from wondering if i would ever make it . all i could hear was the snow crunching under me still fresh. nobody was as crazy as me walking  in this weather !!!! i must be off my nut!

i stopped at the frozen pond and watched as the shadow of a broad man was cast over me . i turned round slowly to see a knifes blade  being held against my neck

"you ..." i breathed all my fears at once quadrupled!! im in for it . jimmy nash with a knife . i  dont think ill ever see tomorrow, unless ... no! i couldnt!  i had no choice . suddenly i spun round , grabbed the knife  out of jimmys hand  and... stabbed him in the heart! never before had i done something , anything like this . i looked down ,there right  infront of me was blood on the snow . and there was a body. the body of jimmy nash. what about his body? i thought to myself (not beleiving what happened) ..........

.........i threw jimmy nash`s body through the ice into the dark waters of bridgeville  pond and walked home.
 nobody knows about his death except from me. nobody knows me for who i see myself as. everybody thinks, oh lovely kind caring sarina. wouldnt hurt a fly. nobody knows the truth about me,NOBODY!!!!!  nobody knows me for who i see myself as. everybody thinks, oh lovely kind caring sarina. wouldnt hurt a fly. nobody knows the truth about me,NOBODY!!!!! 


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