The First Kill
The amazons then quietly snuck away while the beast ate off their kill when suddenly a twig snapped and the wyvern turned around, elicia had been spotted. "\*gasp!!!
Killing Time
It's not his fault the rest of the city wasn't watching where he was going :> **killing time** the heavy scent of axe cologne seemed to wash down the streets like some kind of
Killing Time
Disclaimer: All you legal goons, the author claims fair use of any and all IP in this story. Nintendo owns Pokémon, and I have never claimed otherwise or intended to distort the image of the media franchise. I just perv them in my free time :3. My spin...
Like To Kill
He was so angry, he could've shot lasers from his eyes and killed the sharptooth. his body grew tense from the anger, his face turning red. "you like to kill...more than you like to eat..." he stared the sharptooth straight in the eye.
Kill or Die
He killed his adopted brother, he killed his father, he even went as far as killed cera, a close friend of littlefoot, and who was once a friend of his. he finally closed his eyes, and said, "very well. i will grant the one more chance."
Move In for the Kill
While he normally enjoyed the struggles of live prey, there was an enjoyable bliss in devouring something that he had hunted down and killed. he drooled hungrily, matting down the buck's fur as he pushed his gaping maw down over the head.
Kill For Her
_"i was going to kill him!"_ he snarled when it all snapped, and he lunged towards the striped bastard who had put the ideas in his head.
The First Kill
The first kill slade sat alone at his table in the "cats meow tavern" staring into his half filled cup of spirits. he wasn't sure if he was really ready for what he was planing to do later that night.
A Quick Kill
While the adults were mostly involved in drug dealing and would only killing if necessary (or if stiffed on a deal), the teenagers would sometimes just killing for fun.
One in the Shadows part one
Hans was going to kill the dealer first and then the two by the shop... intill a car pulled up infront of the shop.... _to be continued_
Chapter Five (What the fuck?!)
I kept squeezing off rounds, every shot was a kill. i was sniper, it was my job to make every shot a kill. the yells and screams of marines, army and vc filled the air. i heard the rumbling of t-62s, they were getting close, very close.
Poem - Suicide
And since i have thought about seriously killing myself in the past, i figured that that would be a good topic for my first ever seriously created poem. my life is a struggle i yearn for release. like a knife through butter, i am finally relieved.