read it and find outPart 1: The Minds of Murderersread it and find out
The man smiled. He smiled a shark-toothed smile filled with crooked teeth, stained yellow from the lies that slid between them. It was the type of smile a hunter gave to his prey when it had it trapped. But I smile my own smile. A small smirk that the prey gives itself when it’s not as trapped as it appears. The man pulled a long, jagged knife out from a fold in his cloak. His smile grew wider and by doing so grew even more hideous. My own smirk reflected his as it too grew in size, but the man, more concerned with his
| well, in all honesty, I'm not much of an artist, my dads a photographer, but a sports photographer not an art photographer, the real reason i signed up for this was because of everyone else's art, while my art is frankly terrible, I enjoy looking at other peoples work for inspiration and ideas, not using the ideas mind you, just playing around with interesting scenarios with things other people have drawn. I recently found out you can submit written pieces here, so i may do that. |
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