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The blonde sprints away from the scene of her terrible crime. Her streaked hair, dyed red with human blood.
"Oh my fuckin' god. What have I done?"
She rams into a mysterious stranger with caramel colored hair...
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As She Did Farta-cus Deflected it with her Jumbo Bounce of a stomach sending the Dirty Bloody Blonde Flying into the sky Where the Cow Birds shot her down with There milk Utters Killing Her with Milk !Alse her fate was to die with milk coming out her Mouth gargling it down ! Farta-cus Farted for joy letting out a Huge Deadly Gas of eggs for victory lil did she Know the trouble was just starting for another Villain would appear.........
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The young man appeared, his black bangs falling in his face.
"Why hello, my dear little blonde Ceirra Lila."
The blonde screeches as the guy walks towards her.
"Don't worry, this will only hurt a little...." He drew out a sharp knife.
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She Opened her mouth wide to scream but instead she swallowed the Knife!*Gasps*But She was still alive what a Miracle! the young man with Black bangs thought she died and began to do the macarena out of joy. but.....
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She got up & took the knife out of her. He didn't see her. She quietly crept behind him & put the knife to his throat
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She began to laugh like a maniac as he turned and spat out blood chocking and gargling it up, blood quickly flowed down his mouth to his neck as his throat began to spur out tons of blood like a fountain he grabbed onto her hand as he slowly sunk to the floor whispering in a quiet breath his last remaining word...b-b-b-But Why i t-t-t-thought you were dead* he collapsed like a cat in heat that had enough*....
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And then she scampers off into the night, gleefully leaving the dead body behind.
"I killed that bastard! I killed his ass! FINALLY!"
She takes a shortcut through the woods, but little does she know that someone is watching her, stalking her....
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Posted 7/29/12
The stalker took many, many pictures of the girl as she ran...
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And ran she did as if she singlehandedly metaphorically represented the Charge of the Light Brigade into the waiting arms of 1 of New York's finest homicide detectives investigating the crime scene at hand. It's a pity deranged little girls who commit unspeakable travesties upon the lesser race don't possess a keener sense of direction. Circling, circling....pity that. No more knife swallowing acts for you!
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But then the oven came back from the sea and exploded, causing the detective's death, as well as 2.1 owls' prompt demise. The blonde girl laughed, the blast had merely cleaned her... She looked up and saw..
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the branches of the trees were swaying,,,,dancing ever so lightly as they scraped together like the dry brittle finger bones of skeletons..
the wind picked up and brought a sound to her ears, a badinage of wind and trees...and her throat became dry and tight, now she was a little fightened but she stood her ground, still straining her eyes upward into those dark dervish branches... was that a being up there, high above her? Yes! in the crook
of a solid oak...a male figure, tall and slender as a reed, blending in with the night, the wind, and the woodland, the only color she could see was that his hair was the color of the moon, a gleam of silver...Who?!? her mind screamed, but her mouth felt frozen,,, she felt hot, heat seemed to radiate from the direction of the trees,
and the figure seemed to melt like syrup running down the tree..I can't move, she thought, I can't....
Posted 7/30/12
.. .... Not long after, a giant slug crawled over everyone only to reach a nearby soda vending machine to get itself a Dr. Pepper...
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But move she must. Though her brain pleaded within as if suggesting, cajoling, pleading with her leg muscles......please, oh Manifest of body and tapped of strength, please....do cease, desist.....do not cast about wastefully the energy I must expend. For foot-pounds to conquer, then vanquish all resistance yet to be unleashed by the inane chicaneries of friction and the irretrievable moments of time please, do take stock of my frailities and rectify my soul for it is ticking.....ticking.....ticking away accountable to no one, not even retrievable by diety. Let me rest.

But alas, micro-bursts of nerve pulses did not hear or heed that inner plea. Nonplussed, the parasympathetic nervous system kicked in and, voila! Shit! I'm running once again.....running.....as the saline tears stream from her cheeks....what must I......what must I......
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do! Her breath came in gasps as the dry dead leaves crackled beneath her feet....why am I running??? I am the fearless one, I am the killer...I am, but the tears still flew like tiny wet daggers as her body kept lurching forward..til she could run no more...her feet slid out from under her and she found herself a crumpled doll, a dirty, sweating doll...lying prone in bewilderment in the mire, without a weapon, against what?,her mind still reeled,,, a ghost in the woods, a bit of overimagination?? She shuttered involuntarily..

silence was the only thing that followed her now...
a deafening still in the night..the only sound was her own beating heart...and the forboding thought that the
night was still young and that that she might pray for the sun, but in vain....
I will go on, she thought, I must, but...the moon, the moon, the silver moon, had turned red as blood...
Help me, she muttered,,,,help me...
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(lol..that was fun...carry on now little slug, drink your Dr. Pepper)
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(I prefer Pepsi Max, o insolent dolt doth I dare notice with flick of eye and bare modicum of tolerance decimated from fractional to extant)

Her muffled sobbing went largely unnoticed. It was as though a fate greater than her iron will had blanketed the forest with its eerie sheen of calm. Other than fluttering wings of a Great Horned Owl and frightened wee patter of a woe begone forest mouse with sloven artful dodging the forest ceased animation anew once the winged bursts of flutter and reach of talon abruptly ended another scatological life form. Rhythm, syncopate, quiet. Soon our woodsy nomad also entered a realm of drooze, then slumber.

Zzzzzzzzzzzz........

(O microbe, where art thou? The slug awaits to devour thee, o microbe of insignificance.) LOL
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