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Random Writings May 31, 2009
I was bored and didn't feel like doing any homework so I typed up a little beginnings to a short story/novel/whatever you wanna call it.  Let me know what you think:

Prologue: Sweet Beginnings

        It was nearly time to begin.  The killer was practically sick with anticipation; his fingers were fidgeting almost uncontrollably.  He was on edge, and rightly so.  His weapon, a shiny, shimmering butcher’s knife was stored away in his coat, hidden away from those who might appose his desires.  He grinned manically (for he was insane) and let the glee rush through him in an exciting fashion.  Thoughts of what he might do to his victim raced though his head, their gruesome pictures laying the groundwork for amazing potential.  This was going to be so much fun!
        He steadied himself, letting the emotions run their course and then shut them out.  That was always a special thing he was able to do, shut out the emotion.  Looking back at it, it probably made him into what he is today, but no matter.  All of that was in the past, and this was the present; the sweet and glorious present.
        The soon-to-be killer was hiding in the bushes across the street (which he found rather demeaning), staring up at the home of his victim.  He had stalked the place for weeks, meticulo-usly plotting his sudden and violent entry into the house.  The times and dates of his victim were plotted within his head; he knew what they were doing every day, every hour and every minute.  At this time his victim was either curled up on the couch watching CSI: (hmm, how ironic) or reading a new book.  This was, tragically, Sarah Mills’ greatest fault, that she was predictable, and this fault was going to get her killed.
        Sarah Mills was a pretty, little thing (that is why he picked her) with long strawberry blond hair and little patch of freckles over her nose.  She was an average person, boring with nothing to show for her life.  In a way, the killer was making her extraordinary, famous.  When she died, she would begin something amazing.  He remembered to tell her that.
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What's up? May 25, 2009
Hey there everyone on the tengaged site!  I am one of you latest newbies (whoop!), and since I'm just waiting for my first game to start, I may as well post in my blog.  We only need six more people, so I'm going to do some shameless advertising right now and say that you should join the game so that we can start lol.
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