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The story of a father's death...
written by devils angel 1302:05 PM 11/27/04“Okay, I guess, but this isn’t easy.” he sighed.
“It was a great day, and the sun was shining. It was my birthday, and I was turning sixteen. My father and my mother were getting ready for my party. I was having a few friends over for cake, and a sleepover. My father was a police officer, and he was a good one too. I always wanted to become a cop when I got older, but now I’ve changed my mind. Before my friends came over we all were sitting and talking. The television was on, and I was really happy. In Michigan, that’s were I lived, we had this big window that was right next to the television. It was beautiful we even had a river that if you looked outside you’d see it."
"So back to the point, I was so excited; I couldn’t contain myself. My mother knew that too, she kept yelling at me to calm down. My father got into the shower, as I awaited my friends to come and enjoy the fun. They were coming at 8:00, and at 7:30 my doorbell rang. Thinking maybe one of them had arrived early, so I looked out my peephole. No one was there, so I opened the door and looked outside, no one was there. Then I headed back inside, but as I walked in glass shattered. So I ran to one of my windows, which was in the kitchen, and the glass shards were all over the place. My mom came rushing in and blamed it on me, and I tried to explain, but she didn’t listen. Things were getting pretty weird. Then my friend called and said that he couldn’t come, because there was a strange man lurking around my house. I looked outside every window and didn’t see anyone.
Then all my friends called and said that they saw a strange man and they didn’t want to come anymore. Then I started to get really scared. I cuddled with my mom and dad; we were sitting and watching television together. My dad got up to get us all a snack, and then all of a sudden a bullet breaks the window and…”
“Peter, Leanne get over her now!” Peter’s mom screamed.
He couldnt finish the story...as we ran to see what was wrong. |
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truth is sometimes hard to take in...
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| » Comments / Feedback | by nobody (11-30-2004 - 02:07 AM)
| I LOVE YOUR POEMS they are so real
I just love em but i couldnt figure out what the third part fo bloodshed was |
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