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My Dying Dark Angel I don't think she had a clue what was coming. I doubt it ever even crossed her mind that I was following her. Stupid cunt. Please, let me introduce myself. My name is Alexi. I was born in Russia but have lived in America for many years now

I don’t remember which of them first caught my eye. There were two brunette girls who parked their car and walked into a store. They looked enough alike in their faces and bodies to be twins and each had that smoldering sultry look that reminded me of someone familiar. It hit me

"hello I said to the man might I introduce myself my name is Austin Crase"

Chapter 1 Her meal She looked in the mirror at her long past deported reflection; she ran her short slender fingers threw her shoulder length black hair smoothing it down, and letting it fall around her face

There is a strong storm going on outside. The wind blowing weak limbs off of trees and sending them crashing to the ground with a loud thud. Only being blocked out by the louder sound of thunder that seems to shake the very foundation of the house

It was the day before thanksgiving. I was deer hunting several ridges over from my house. I had placed my stand up in the tree so I could overlook the whole valley. About 9 Am; I saw movement on the other side of the creek coming down the hill

Vibrations rippled up the lithe woman's body as her footfalls thumped softly along the trail. Lesley jogged along at a leisurely pace, her C-Cup breasts trying in vain to free themselves from her lime green sports bra

Warning: this story contains graphic rape and murder. Don't read it if this isn't your cup of tea

I was driving home from college for Christmas break. My sophomore year had been, so far, pretty boring. I had broken up with my girlfriend from freshman year shortly after summer break had begun, because I caught her cheating with her old high-school flame

“Coffee?” Jonathan asked, smiling at his lovely companion. “Thanks,” Dani replied as he brought a fresh cup from the food dispenser in the mess hall

Kevin was tied semi-upright, stretched out, his legs about three feet apart, his arms raised, shackled to chains that hung from the ceiling

Hiding in the shadows he watched her. Her long, shiny, blue-black hair and pale skin illuminated by the silver light of the moon. It was late. Past midnight. He watched her make her way up the stairs, and fumble for her keys

"For the panic of the wilderness called to him in that far voice—the power of untamed distance, the desolation that destroys. He knew in that moment all the pains of someone hopelessly and irretrievably. He had seen the Wendigo." -Algernon Blackwood, "The Wendigo"

It was the first time Melanie had ever visited Japan, the sights of the clouds really looking like the old Japanese paintings, the gateways as serene as ever

CHAPTER FOUR 2ND TUESDAY The phone wakes him at seven thirty and he grabs it at his bedside before it wakes Marlene but as he glances her way he notices she is already up and gone. He says, "Good morning