A Hopeful End
Hi, welcome to the story, unfortunately I'm dying, but don't worry, the next narrator will take my place... hopefully they'll be the last of us.
It was a dark and stormy night...
That’s how I used to think mysteries started, but the one I’m living began on a clear spring morning when I opened a drawer in the kitchen looking for a match and found a diary in my own hand writing that I had no recollection of whatsoever.
PANICUS.
As my bones snapped & extended, my jaws began to stretch~becoming longer ‘n’ wider— she raised a piercing cry, but my howl was much louder-
Catalyst
The soft earth parts quietly beneath his feet as he approaches, his face wreathed in shadows.
Neighborhood Watch
Leslie methodically painted her toenails while she thought about the no good, lousy things her neighbor screeched at her this morning.
It’s not my fault
I never thought about going to college since Grandma didn’t see no reason for learning anyway and I wanted to make money and get out on my own, so I ignored my English teacher, Ms. Ryan, who encouraged me a lot my last year in high school but even so, I suspect she’s probably why I can write this here confession: Yes, I killed Loretta Trubeck, but it wasn’t my fault.
Taking Care of Enemies
As the Romani woman turned to me, I focused on her blue eye while she told me I'd see everyone I love die — by my own hands. If only I believed in gypsy magic.
When she closed her eyes, they would beat their wings and bellow in ectasy; when she opened them, they would dissapear.
Sentence story starter:
Why is it so hard to get fresh, crimson stains out of carpet?
Blood
She stood in a sea of blood, but it had stopped phasing her a long time ago.