Your murder :The cliffA Poem by Tuff Stuff
You are walking close to the edge. You look down the side of canyon and see miles and miles downward. You stop and step a little closer to the edge. Rocks tumble down as you loose your balance, but you keep yourself up. You see miles and miles of open fields and pastures. You only wish you were down there yourself. A sound of a car comes towards you. You don't pay attention knowing it's a tour bus. You wait for the car to pass, but it stops just in back of you. Turning around you see not a tour bus, bus an old pickup truck. A man comes out of the truck and walks towards you. Suddenly your heart leaps. He looks like a nice man, but something about him keeps you on your toes. He is an old man with a mangled mess of white hair on his head. You take a step back as he comes closer, but you realize you couldn't and start to slide of the edge. There's one of your legs still hanging over the edge. The man laughs and mocks you. The man steps on your foot which makes your whole body slide. You are only hanging on by a root on the ground tucked inside your hand. The man pulls out a knife and shows you the brilliant sparkle of it against the sun. He shows a sly grin then starts cutting the root. You scream with plea that he not cut the root, but he k nows you cannot fight him. Soon the man cuts through the root, but holds it so you don't fall. "I keep telling you people not to stand near the edge." He says with a sigh then letting go of the root. You fall.
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10 Reviews Added on July 17, 2008 Last Updated on July 17, 2008 AuthorTuff StuffSurrey, England ><, EnglandAboutI like to write! Which Element Are You?FireFire, Black Fire, Blue Fire, Lava, The Sun, etc.Click Here to Take This QuizBrought to you by YouThink.com quizzes and personality tests. Name Generators .. more..Writing
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