MY FIRST STORY ON MY LJ!
... Then there was the smiley face as he notes the story ... and vabbhè noir ^ ^ This is very old as a story, do not even remember when I wrote it but since today is Halloween I thought it was normal wear today ^ _ ^ And now, my site is copyrighted! Just see how cassssso you put your logo, I put ^_^''
A penny for your fears
I am a thinker, a philosopher. I am an inventor of stories, a liar. I am a weaver of deception. I am a collector of lies. But the thing that 'I love the world and' fear. What's 'more' beautiful shiver that runs down the back and you will enter right into the bone? I am a merchant of chills, a lover of creatures of the night. To me there is 'more' supreme delight of a scream in the night. Like a shady characters, in the city 'and when' night I wander, to stalk unsuspecting young couples or women returning from some appointment only to enjoy their eyes full of anxiety nell'accorgersi being followed by someone and 'visible only the shadow cast on the wall. I go right mind, a woman, too many years ago, fully dressed and full of perfume that even I, that after all I was in the safe distance, I could tell. It wrapped in a white fox fur, walked quietly through the city, 'not even follow the line illuminated by streetlights, preferring the dark street. So it was obvious that night serei managed to get a first-rate shock. Later I noticed that he walked too far from downtown, where I had supposed it has its destination. But no, the woman with tranquility ', sway with each step, gradually moved away from the urban jungle. My excitement was sky high, do not covet another that was running even for a moment to see my shadow and savor her hips slow and speed up steps. Too soon arrivamo its destination, a ruined building. I carry 'round the corner and I could see a male that the manual would define as ugly face and a lover. So no fear? No fear? Only a carnal intercourse against a wall quickly consumed first to see her return to the arms of a rich husband? What a disappointment I felt. I had an idea but 'not bad. I appostai them 'close and, occasionally, struck a rock with the bins' neighbors or the cartels' away with a sudden desire to see them wince as they gave to passion. My every attempt was vain for me, but '. They were also too focused on just hearing one of the cans rattle. What a disappointment. The woman shut very quickly in his coat and took her purse in her hands. I opened it and pulled 'out of the gun immediately point' on the forehead of his unfortunate mistress. \u0026lt;\u0026lt;A Penny for your pensieri, Jack?>> she said, almost jokingly, in a voice low and hoarse melodious fatal attraction. I saw the man stiffen. Fear, fear! Here it is! Maybe I could have one of the woman but that I had the unfortunate lover. A moment later a steaming hole had opened in front of the unfortunate lover. She laughed, possibly after having lost his mind, but I seem to ever woman 'more' alluring that murderer in white with shrill laughter and the smoking gun still in hand. I would be eternally grateful remained since 'I was shown another fear: the fear of a man about to die, and that' of course. The steps behind while she was still busy laughing at the madness. I took the gun and, ahead, smiled with infinite gratitude. She stopped laughing, looking lost and now after fright. Trembling, she began to look around for an escape route does not exist. \u0026lt;\u0026lt;A Penny for your paure?>> churches and saw a wonderful thing to break in her eyes: the resignation. I could not resist more than the shot full of emotion in the chest as not to ruin her face resigned and savor this new feeling to disappear from his eyes wide. I thanked her lifeless body of courtesy that made me, making me discover new horizons. I left with a bow: I had to start a new collection.
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