He felt a sharp pain in the back of his head and soon, he found himself lying on the ground all dizzy and numb.
He felt a sharp pain in the back of his head and soon, he found himself lying on the ground all dizzy and numb. Before falling down he caught a glimpse of the perpetrator holding a baseball bat.
His wife, on the other hand, was stabbed multiple times in her abdomen. The more she struggled, the more blood she lost. The offender, whispered something in her ear and hacked his tool of deranged terror between her eyebrows. Her eyes flickered a little and she led out a faint scream but soon she succumbed to her violent injuries.
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After pouring out their wrath upon her, those diabolical mobsters turned towards her husband. One of them took hold of the poor man's head, who was still in shock and despair, and another slit his throat open. Blood gushed out with great pressure and covered his clothes and his body.
Those rioters did not kill two people that day, they killed three as the couple was coming back from an obstetrician and had just found out that they were having a baby girl.
Those rioters did not kill two people that day, they killed three as the couple was coming back from an obstetrician and had just found out that they were having a baby girl.
What was that family's fault?
The mother was an active atheist on social media. Unfortunately, her group was made public and her countrymen found out.
They were hurt by her factual words and she, along with her family, was slaughtered in a public place
The mother was an active atheist on social media. Unfortunately, her group was made public and her countrymen found out.
They were hurt by her factual words and she, along with her family, was slaughtered in a public place
A GENTLEMAN IN THE NIGHT :
ReplyDeleteShe sat alone, in a dress of ivory silk.
Beneath the stars, sparkling
like the white wine
shared at the party.
Her mind drifted gently
like the leaves that fell from
the late autumn trees
in the park nearby.
She turned her gaze heavenward
and felt the soft breeze,
uplifting, cradle her chin
in its warm hands.
The gentleman had made a promise;
by the stroke of midnight,
that she await at this very spot,
for his descent.
How handsome he had been,
his slender fingers caressing her back,
as they danced, entranced,
the music guiding them.
He whispered his instructions
in her ear, so soft...
Under his power, she obeyed.
Bringing her here, to wait.
Her luscious locks swayed,
moving with the wind,
just as she had moved with him;
A shadow.
Out of the murk he strode.
Tall, dark, and handsome.
She swooned pre-emptively,
awaiting his embrace.
As he drew from beneath his cloak,
it glinted, but why?
The precious moonlight reflected,
both in her eyes, and in the steel.
The reflection only momentary;
his blade, dulled by lavish burgundy,
and her eyes,
dulled by the embrace of death.
She sighed softly, nary a sound,
as he embraced her one final time,
whispering to her his farewell.
She smiled, and slipped into the ether.
They found her come morning.
A single rose alighted upon her lifeless form.
The gentleman had struck once more.
And disappeared into the night.
Animal Antics:
ReplyDeleteEverytime I lose a cat,
They take a piece of my heart with them.
And every new cat who comes into my life
Gifts me with a pieces of their heart.
If I live long enough ,all of the pieces of my heart,will be cat.
And I will become as loving and generous as they are.
There is something missing in my home,
I feel it day and night,
I know it will take time and strength .
Before things feel quite right.
But just for now ,I need to mourn,
My heart ----it needs to mend.
Though some may say it is” just a pet.”
I know I have lost a friend.
You have brought such laughter to my home ,
And richness to my days …
A Constant Friend through joy or loss,
With gentle loving ways.
Companion ,pal,and confidante,
A Friend I won’t forget,
You will live for always in my heart ,
My sweet forever pet…”
They never leave our memories ,
The cats who have shared our lives .
In suptle ways they let us know
Their spirit still survives .
Old habits still make us think,
We hear a meow at the door.
Or step back when we drop
A tasty morsel on the floor.
Our feet still go around the place .
The food dish used to be ,
And ,sometimes ,coming home at night,
We miss them terribly .
And although time may bring new friends .
And a new food dish to fill,
That one place in our hearts,
Belongs to them…..And always will.
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