This was it, my first kiss. She told me not to be scared as her jaw unhinged and her fangs dug into my flesh.
Momma always told me I was the cutest little girl. Last night when she told my sister the same thing, I knew what had to be done.
Halloween has always been my favorite holiday. It's the one day a year that I can carry around my victim's heads and no one questions anything.
The basement is my least favorite part of the house. Down there I can't easily ignore the screams.
My grandma's perfume smells like cinnamon and lavender. The scent permeated the room when I found my parent's bodies.
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A Summer's Day is Not a Bitch (Poetry)
PoetryI personally think the title says it all.