under my old name I would have never dared to write in such a genre, but the name is the first time on board, scares you does not, himself in front of a thriller, and he was ever so creepy. Although I wrote it on the day, I had to start all the time about the light. My fear would have otherwise paralyzed.
The murder in the bedroom
The pale moon sent only a very stale light passing through the heavy dark blue curtain into the bedroom. Nearly one would want to donate this anorectic celestial bodies pity, for his feeble glow was from the proud appearance, extending from the 26-inch plasma screen colorful poured over the 1.50 m wide double bed swallowed in inexorable social Darwinist manner almost completely. It might have been falling Edison the emaciated sickle, it would affect the course of this history in any way. It would probably not anybody noticed. The two dark figures do not, which is at the foot of the bed frame were made of solid pine, not me, and not Melanie, for this night since was recently terminated prematurely. No ray of sunlight would this delicate creature ever to kiss awake. This much was certain. The burglars had made short work of it.
us imagining away from home because our apartment door like every night was over, they were here fancied apparently easy prey and to judge themselves, the creaking of the parquet after, with no major precautions immediately after they had broken the lock, determined in the living room go, in search of our supposed wealth. Looking back, it must be good as a fatal habit of Melanie's known, that in order not to disturb me to sleep, watched their series with headphones. The sonorous voice of Dr. House would have the invaders of our stay informed in good time and probably led to repentance.
They were only aware of our presence, when they saw are my scantily clad ex in front of the Sultan Fjordgården mattress. Current Spirit moved the smaller of the two melon and held his weapon, as I used to call Melanie at moments of great intimacy, down with a silenced shot to the heart. She'd still want to call for help, but her reputation and her unfinished died young and, until a few seconds hopeful lives. They had robbed me of the love of my life.
that I did not even dead on the bed next to Melanie was, I owed pure coincidence. We had just, as usual, paced it, see what DVD we would. I had enough of this primitive sank, overrated series Dr. House, whose lack of substance, lack of realism and full of repetitions in a tsunami of medical terms of Greek and Latin origins, and a foreseeable surge of cynicism. I really had to see what Sophisticated. But appeal to my desire, Alf, I was bombed out with Melanie, as always. And out of spite I had when she went briefly to the toilet, hidden in the broom closet, who was also in the bedroom. You would think that I was gone, and get into this feeling of abandonment to the conclusion that his friend can also give times.
My Hiding in the broom closet and the fact that Melanie had not noticed my absence on their return, had saved my life. Because I was there, I wanted to spare me the humiliation of stepping out of the furniture and crawling into bed with her. I stayed, even when I heard the burglar in the hall, even when I heard her rummaging through the drawers in the living room and the desk as they entered the bedroom without warning Melanie. First it was my stubbornness spite of Melanie's been, then the fear itself from the burglars perceived. And it was no better, one of us survived, survival ability, so the man I was also basically in the worse situation. Because I just love had lost my life, not Melanie. The love of her life, so I was, however, still alive. So I was feeling sorry for in reality. But I forced myself not to give my grief. I vowed to avenge their death or at least the perpetrators brought to justice. As I survived and I impressed upon the two murderers well.
The problem, however, were not the slats of the closet door, which limited my view, not even the ruling despite screen light relative darkness in the room. The problem was my glasses, which still lay on the bedside table. Without my eight diopter lenses I was practically blind. I could say the two types of exercise only very dimly. I knew they were armed. And that there were no sex offenders, because they had not raped, but shot. And even if I could not see Melanie, I knew that her silk nightgown her big breasts and soft belly beautifully brought to bear and she probably was dead still very erotic. Now I regretted that we had agreed to delay sex until marriage. However, I still had
a much bigger problem. In the three seconds between catching sight of the burglar and her death had Melanie screamed Stepha until n she was no longer come. When the killers do a little of the German language were powerful, they may have had to piece together that Melanie takes Stepha actually had to call Stephen and thus, a second man in the apartment had to be. Why Melanie had been so selfish, me with pure pull in the matter? What used it to her when I accompanied her to Hades? Had they not Michael can cry, so the guys knew at least not that I was still somewhere in the house?
I had to react quickly, as they whispered to each other. Apparently agreed they are just about as I could get on the track. I had to surprise them. And they somehow steal the weapon. It was a Beretta 87 Target. I had not recognized with my eyes, but that is how the silencer that had muffled bang. I had a very good ear. You obviously do not, otherwise they heard the beating of my heart, that almost brought my eardrum to burst. The other had now pulled a gun. Unfortunately, I had only a broom as a weapon. Nevertheless, I had to try. If I used the element of surprise perfectly, I might have a chance and managed to escape alive. It was important that I cause with courage and determination was addressed. And one could make the most courage and strengthen its determination? With music of course. So that Rocky Balboa had pimped for his struggles. However, I had always had trouble remembering my lyrics of songs Sun On Eye of the Tiger I had to do without question, as on The final countdown. Fortunately I was
but then an even song lyrics. Without thinking at length about the suitability of the song, I came full on the closet door, jumped vorgehaltenem broom out of my crate and humming of his voice: I go ch with the broom to move the broom and attack even the murderer of brave, brooms, broom return, rabble out of the house also; I go with the broom, the broom forward and attack even the murderer of brave, broom, broom, return, rabble out of the house out.
And actually, the two rushed screaming from the apartment. What it certainly was that I had a sheet pulled over his head to get me to dress as a ghost. So they could not recognize me. Too bad they do not even fall yet left their guns, because I collected weapons for my life like a Beretta 87 Target and I had not yet.
But all in all it was still become a happy end, even if I do because Melanie's blood in the bed now had to change the cover. But I could maybe even the next Day doing. Today I would probably sleep better on the couch. Since there was also a DVD player. Since I would still be able to look even Alf.
Ste.Ser.
The murder in the bedroom
The pale moon sent only a very stale light passing through the heavy dark blue curtain into the bedroom. Nearly one would want to donate this anorectic celestial bodies pity, for his feeble glow was from the proud appearance, extending from the 26-inch plasma screen colorful poured over the 1.50 m wide double bed swallowed in inexorable social Darwinist manner almost completely. It might have been falling Edison the emaciated sickle, it would affect the course of this history in any way. It would probably not anybody noticed. The two dark figures do not, which is at the foot of the bed frame were made of solid pine, not me, and not Melanie, for this night since was recently terminated prematurely. No ray of sunlight would this delicate creature ever to kiss awake. This much was certain. The burglars had made short work of it.
us imagining away from home because our apartment door like every night was over, they were here fancied apparently easy prey and to judge themselves, the creaking of the parquet after, with no major precautions immediately after they had broken the lock, determined in the living room go, in search of our supposed wealth. Looking back, it must be good as a fatal habit of Melanie's known, that in order not to disturb me to sleep, watched their series with headphones. The sonorous voice of Dr. House would have the invaders of our stay informed in good time and probably led to repentance.
They were only aware of our presence, when they saw are my scantily clad ex in front of the Sultan Fjordgården mattress. Current Spirit moved the smaller of the two melon and held his weapon, as I used to call Melanie at moments of great intimacy, down with a silenced shot to the heart. She'd still want to call for help, but her reputation and her unfinished died young and, until a few seconds hopeful lives. They had robbed me of the love of my life.
that I did not even dead on the bed next to Melanie was, I owed pure coincidence. We had just, as usual, paced it, see what DVD we would. I had enough of this primitive sank, overrated series Dr. House, whose lack of substance, lack of realism and full of repetitions in a tsunami of medical terms of Greek and Latin origins, and a foreseeable surge of cynicism. I really had to see what Sophisticated. But appeal to my desire, Alf, I was bombed out with Melanie, as always. And out of spite I had when she went briefly to the toilet, hidden in the broom closet, who was also in the bedroom. You would think that I was gone, and get into this feeling of abandonment to the conclusion that his friend can also give times.
My Hiding in the broom closet and the fact that Melanie had not noticed my absence on their return, had saved my life. Because I was there, I wanted to spare me the humiliation of stepping out of the furniture and crawling into bed with her. I stayed, even when I heard the burglar in the hall, even when I heard her rummaging through the drawers in the living room and the desk as they entered the bedroom without warning Melanie. First it was my stubbornness spite of Melanie's been, then the fear itself from the burglars perceived. And it was no better, one of us survived, survival ability, so the man I was also basically in the worse situation. Because I just love had lost my life, not Melanie. The love of her life, so I was, however, still alive. So I was feeling sorry for in reality. But I forced myself not to give my grief. I vowed to avenge their death or at least the perpetrators brought to justice. As I survived and I impressed upon the two murderers well.
The problem, however, were not the slats of the closet door, which limited my view, not even the ruling despite screen light relative darkness in the room. The problem was my glasses, which still lay on the bedside table. Without my eight diopter lenses I was practically blind. I could say the two types of exercise only very dimly. I knew they were armed. And that there were no sex offenders, because they had not raped, but shot. And even if I could not see Melanie, I knew that her silk nightgown her big breasts and soft belly beautifully brought to bear and she probably was dead still very erotic. Now I regretted that we had agreed to delay sex until marriage. However, I still had
a much bigger problem. In the three seconds between catching sight of the burglar and her death had Melanie screamed Stepha until n she was no longer come. When the killers do a little of the German language were powerful, they may have had to piece together that Melanie takes Stepha actually had to call Stephen and thus, a second man in the apartment had to be. Why Melanie had been so selfish, me with pure pull in the matter? What used it to her when I accompanied her to Hades? Had they not Michael can cry, so the guys knew at least not that I was still somewhere in the house?
I had to react quickly, as they whispered to each other. Apparently agreed they are just about as I could get on the track. I had to surprise them. And they somehow steal the weapon. It was a Beretta 87 Target. I had not recognized with my eyes, but that is how the silencer that had muffled bang. I had a very good ear. You obviously do not, otherwise they heard the beating of my heart, that almost brought my eardrum to burst. The other had now pulled a gun. Unfortunately, I had only a broom as a weapon. Nevertheless, I had to try. If I used the element of surprise perfectly, I might have a chance and managed to escape alive. It was important that I cause with courage and determination was addressed. And one could make the most courage and strengthen its determination? With music of course. So that Rocky Balboa had pimped for his struggles. However, I had always had trouble remembering my lyrics of songs Sun On Eye of the Tiger I had to do without question, as on The final countdown. Fortunately I was
but then an even song lyrics. Without thinking at length about the suitability of the song, I came full on the closet door, jumped vorgehaltenem broom out of my crate and humming of his voice: I go ch with the broom to move the broom and attack even the murderer of brave, brooms, broom return, rabble out of the house also; I go with the broom, the broom forward and attack even the murderer of brave, broom, broom, return, rabble out of the house out.
And actually, the two rushed screaming from the apartment. What it certainly was that I had a sheet pulled over his head to get me to dress as a ghost. So they could not recognize me. Too bad they do not even fall yet left their guns, because I collected weapons for my life like a Beretta 87 Target and I had not yet.
But all in all it was still become a happy end, even if I do because Melanie's blood in the bed now had to change the cover. But I could maybe even the next Day doing. Today I would probably sleep better on the couch. Since there was also a DVD player. Since I would still be able to look even Alf.
Ste.Ser.
