The End of the Road

,,Please , please ! Stop the car ! Jace I don`t want to die !", I screamed.
We were sitting here in this stupid car and there was drunk , jealous Jace driving this car. Fast . Too fast. He wasgoing to kill us . Me ...
,,Mel , I can`t live without you! I won`t live without you ! " , he said while tears were rolling down his cheek.
,,Jace , please you are drunk ...Stop this car !You are going to kill us !",I screamed again.
,,Well , maybe I will ...But then I won`t die alone. I`ll die with you next to me ...We are going to die together..", he meant.
He was drunk , he was so drunk ...he didn`t know what he was doing . He saw me dancing with another boy ... it was just dancing ... But why killing us only because he was afraid of losing me ? Why killing us ? To die together? No ...My life won`t end like this !
,,Jace ! It was only one dance! And you are totally drunk ! So stop this car !", I cried.
,,No , I won`t live without you ! I don`t want to lose you ! If I can`t have you , nobody else can !", he screamed
Well , yeah he was drunk ...But how could I ever fall in love with this psychopath who wanted to kill me ? Just because he was afraid of losing me...
My question won`t be answered. I looked straight outside the window . I heared a crash.
The last thing I saw was a light .

All at Once

Katie is a normal , quite popular girl who lives in Orlando. She has many friends , good grades and is really pretty. Everything`s perfect. One day she comes home after school. She can`t stop looking at what is happening. Still shocked she watches her house burning...Everythings destroyed. As she finds her breath again the first thing she does is screaming . Shouting loudly the names of her parents and her little brother. No answer. Totally scared ,nervous and shocked she starts tipping the numbers for the fire departement on her display . Sirens cut of her thoughts and her acting . A fireman is grabs her and pulls her away from the burning house. The firemen doing all they can to save the house . But no way ... Everything what is still there standing is a part of the kitchen . No mum , no dad , no little brother. Katie thinks , maybe they are still working ...Then the fireman comes and puts something in her hand. She opens her hand slowly . It is the watch of her dad , which he always wears . Every day. That is the moment she knows everything is over . All of them are dead . All at once. 

Last Station : Shower

 The trainging was really hard today. It was summer and it felt like thirtynine degrees outside. I was still sweating while I walk down the steps. My next station was the shower. Tired I opened the shower curtain from the girls dressing room . I put of my clothes, put on the shower , so the water flews and I started singing Titanium. I stopped singing and stopped the water. I heared something ...But there was nothing . So I started washing me again. Something fell on the floor. Shocked and really scared I opened the curtain slowely. They were footsteps outside. Dirty footsteps . Who was here ? Quick I wanted to grab my towel and run away. But in the next moment I felt a cold hand holding my mouth from behind .I coulnd`t scream. I couldn`t leave. Someone pulled the shower hose around my throat ,like a string. I couldn´t breathe . Crystalblue eyes were fixing me . And I knew : This was my last station.

One night in Hell

After a long day of work I come home and throw all my stuff on the chair . I take a look at the clock . It is nine o`clock . Well , this was a really long day ... I am so happy that I am home now . I hear something ...Steps. Maybe Dave is at home .
,,Dave ? Babe are you there ?", I ask.
No answer. Somebody is coming down the steps.
,,Dave ?".
Again , no answer. Slowly and carefully I sneak into the living room . No . No this isn`t true . No this can`t happen . Tears are rolling down my cheek.
Everywhere is blood. And in the middle of this lake of blood is my husband Dave lying . Dead .
,,Well , not pretty hugh? Somebody has to clean this shit ...", A voice cuts off my mind. Like frozen I turn around slowely. A man with a bloddy knife is standing there in the door . It is my Ex .
,,So Sarah ...better not leaving me the next time hugh?", he means.
,,You will never forget this night . I promise you ", he smiles evil and moves forward. Foreward to me.

Way Out

Today is the summer festival of our school . This year it is at the Viktorias Park . Me and my friends are still talking , when I notice that I have nothing more to drink. Laughing from the joke that Sophie told ,I walk to the table to get some drink. Till I fill in the coke in my cup I see it . A messege is written in there.
Meet me at the maze.
Who has written that ? I look around but I can`t find anybody unusually. Should I go ? Or should I not ? While looking around I see my secret bae . Josh . He is smiling to me . Maybe he has written the message...
Slowely and a bit nervous I take all my courage and go to the maze. It is closed. A red rope is there. I climb over the rope and get into the maze. No one is there . I am still alone. There is only a sign which showes the "Way Out". I decide to follow the signs. It leads me to a wall . Totally shocked I stand there in the middle of the maze. All red ...Written with blood.
For you there is no way out
As I recognize what is written down there I want to run away. But I hear a shoot. In the next moment I feel something cold in my heart. A bullet.

Next Please

Sarah loves books . She is nearly every day in the school library. She loves just sitting there ,chilling and reading her books. But this school day wasnt a normal day . After school Sarah went normally , like always to the library. She slowely opend the door. Everything was black . No light . Everything empty . Sarah was a bit scared , but she wanted to know what was going on , so she moved inside . There was only a single light . Like a spotlight . A table with a book was in the spotlight. Sarah went to the table and opened the book . She got nervous , till she saw what is written inside. On the first page was a big red Y written down.
Shelf 4 Row 7 Number 10 was written down .
It was a book . Someone wanted her to search a book . So she started searching. She found the second book and opend the first page. There was also a message written in there an a big red O. She started searching all the books till there was no more clue left. What does this mean ? Sarah started putting the books in an order . She couldn`t breathe anymore. She couldn`t think anymore. She was still shocked.

YOU ARE THE NEXT
In the next moment the door behind her was closing loudly.

Pick One

Being a mother is such a beautiful thing . But some woman dont think the same. They dont care about their children . Why did they even become parents when they dont like children? Well , therefore I work at the youth welfare office. I want to help the children. I want to protect them. This is my Job. When I see that the parents are unable and when they neglect their childs ,then I act. Totally tired I come home from work . My first view catches the backpacks on the floor. Sam and Nick are back from school.
,,Sam ? Nick ? You there guys ? I am back from work ", I scream till throwing my bag on the table . Why dont they answer ? Typical , sure they are still in their rooms listening to music.
I take one step . Then I see it . Thats why nobody wants to take their work home. Its dangerous . My little two boys are sitting there on chairs . Tied. No ...Please dont .
Mrs.Sealer , a mother of a girl I look after is holding a gun on Sams head. She is an alcoholic , so they took her daughter away to another family.
"So you took my child...So I am going to take one of yours . Your turn . Only one can survive. Pick one ", she says looking at me.

Spider-Kissed

Normal work . Normal day . Normal week. Each day the same things . Each day the same routine. I walked down the floor till cleaning it . As I finished I wanted to go into the storeroom to leave my whisk in there. Totally tired I opended the door. I took one step. I felt like someone pushed me inside. Someone closed the door . Someone put the key in . Someone locked the door from the outside. I was locked . I started screaming and shouting , but there was no one out there anymore. I was totally alone. Who had done that to me ? Why? I sat down on the floor and tried to stay calm. First it worked. I looked at the wall and felt something crawling on my shoulder. I turned my head to the left. There was a big hairy spider sitting on my shoulder. I tried to throw it off , but the spider didnt make a move. As I recognize that this was one of the most toxic spiders ,the spider bit me . I shruged back . Something red flashed from the back of the spider. I focused on the spider. I couldn`t belive what was there. My shock was too big . I couldn`t breathe anymore. It was a timer which works backwards. A countdown . My countdown . 00:03:12 . I had only less then three minutes to live till the toxic of the spider would kill me. I stared to panic . I stared crying , shouting , screaming , all at once. No reaction . I counted the last seconds.
three..two...one...
zero.....

Roses are red, violets are blue , and you blood, is the clue

I work for the Police in the Laboratory . I am a Assistant . My Job is really exciting and it really is the job I always wanted. To summ it up : I am totally happy with my job. You know...I love mysteries . And I love clearing them up . I love being the key to the locked door . The current mission is tricky . Three death bodys were found . Each day one death body. All the Officers think that it was suicide . But I don`t think so. Something is different here. I check the personal stuff we found by the death bodys. All normal . First. But then I saw that all of them have a cup of blood in their stuff. I asked the Officer and he said the first one was sent by mail and put a little cup in my hand . Four.But only three death bodys. I exime the blood to have certainy who owns this blood. I checked the first one the Officer gave me . It matches with the first death body. The second one with the second. The murderer gave us a clue . He send us the blood of the next dead one day before killing him. All was planned . It wasnt suicide . It was murder . The third one matches too. Scared I start checking the last one . No this cant be . This isnt true . I cant breath anymore. I am still shocked.
It is my blood. I am the next death body.
I stand up quickly . But someone pushed me down on the chair again . Then I feel it ...Thorns of a rose pressing against my neck . Straight into my skin. 

Black Butterflies

My name is Cira . I work in a Tattoo Studio since three Years . It was a normal work-day for me , till the police arrived. They showed me some Tattoos and asked me who had made them . One the one picture there was a Tattoo with one little Black Butterfly . On the second there were two black Butterflies. I shoke my head and said that I have no idea who had made these Tattoos. Then the Officer came near to me. ,,Please Ma`am ..The people who wore these Tattoos...They are both dead. First the one with the one single black Butterfly ...and then one week later the second..". Damn ... these people were dead... I had no idea , Everyone of the studio members here could have made the Tattoos ... Everyone ...
"I am really sorry Officer I have no idea ", I said looking at the Officer.
"If you can remeber something just let us know and call " , he smiled. Thougtful I shoke my head again . The Officers left the Studio. I was alone . It was getting darker outside.
I sat down in the chair .
One Black Butterfly , first dead person ...
Two Black Butterflies , the second dead person..
Wait ... I also had an Tattoo... also with Butterflies. Totally in panic I searched my Tattoo. Please don`t ...Please don`t.
Then I found it . There was it. Three Black Butterflies decorated my left arm . Three. Fuck , no . I am the thrid...
I heared the doorbell ranging ... And then everything was dark ...Everything black....

Der letzte Anblick

 Zur Abwechslung mal auch etwas deutsches ;))

 

Ein Mann sieht aus dem Fenster.Kurze Zeit später ist er tot.  :

 

 

Christoph steht am Fenster . Er beobachtet , wie gerade eine hübsche Frau die Straße entlang geht . Ein verheirateter Mann , der hübschen , jüngeren Frauen hinterherschaut. Eigentlich nichts neues für Luise, seine Frau , die schon 20 Jahre mit ihm verheiratet war . Doch dieses mal war alles anders...
Luise kommt spät Abends nach Hause . Sie wundert sich . Normalerweise hört man den Fernseher laufen und ihren Mann, der immer in seinem Sessel saß , Fußball schaute und sich über die Spieler aufregte. Aber diesmal nichts. Totenstille. Schritt für Schritt langsam tappend betritt sie die Wohnung . Er steht am Fenster , er hört sie nicht . Sie stellt sich neben ihn . Nicht beachtet werden , das kannte sie nur zu gut von ihm. Sie schaute aus dem Fenster. Eine hübsche Frau lief gerade die Straße entlang . Er war fixiert auf die Frau ,deswegen bemerkte er Luise nicht . Schon wieder , er hatte es schon wieder getan, er hatte schon wieder einer anderen Frau hinterhergeschaut , aber wie immer nicht ihr. Sie hielt es nicht mehr aus , dieses Gefühl nur Luft für einen Menschen zu sein , der sie eigentlich lieben und bewundern sollte, den sie seit Jahren unterstütze und liebte. Ja , aus Liebe zu ihm hatte sie es so lange ausgehalten . Auf dem Tisch stand ein Messer , sie hatte vergessen es aufzuräumen als sie ihm heute morgen sein Frühstück gemacht hatte. Was tat sie nicht alles für ihn, doch er ? Nichts. Es würde nie mehr so wie früher sein , er würde sie nie mehr lieben und dieser Gedanke zersörte sie innerlich. Sie nahm das Messer vom Tisch, Nichts , keine Reaktion von ihm. Langsam ging sie auf ihn zu. Nichts. Sie stand direkt vor ihm . Jetzt musste er sie beachten, sie wollte nicht mehr nur Luft für ihn sein . Sie war ein Mensch genauso wie er , sie hatte auch Gefühle und Wünsche. Sie war nicht wie Luft .Menschen brauchten sie um sich am Leben zu halten , aber sonst beachtete niemand sie . Nein , Sie war ein Mensch und das sollte er verstehen. Sie lebte. Er sollte nie wieder andere Frauen anschauen dürfen . Sein letzter Anblick sollten ihre Augen sein , die ihn anschauten , während das Messer langsam in sein Herz stach.

 

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