Love of Death. Part 1.

• Artist: CakeLikeOwen
• Description: This is a story I will slowly begin to write. If I get 4 stars, I will write a second chapter.
• Date: 05/17/2011
• Tags: love death part

Love of Death

He was always a quiet person. Even as a child, he would only talk to one person. This person, he trusted more than anybody in the whole entire world. Himself. He was an orphan, a very skinny, lanky child with scruffy black hair with a small scar on his lip, making him look like he had a very unfortunate hair-lip. He walked over to me one day when we were both of the age of 15. His hair dropped over his face, like some kind of black waterfall. He looked strange. He had an expression on his face that I'd never seen on him before. It looked twisted, a small pink crescent above his chin.. He looked, quite strangely, happy. The scar twisted around his top lip like peachy barbed-wire.
"Do you ever think about it?" He asked, twiddling his thumbs, smiling nervously.
"About what?" I replied, while scribbling out the miss-spelled "crysanthamum" out of my English book, carefully scrawling the correct spelling over in my old crappy Biro.
"Death.. Murder...", he said, worryingly nonchalantly. "It's fascinating... Ya know... Dead bodies... blood... stomachs slit.. necks twisted- broken."
I looked at him like he had just carefully deposited a turd on to the table. I never looked at him the same.

Comments

[Yuna Insanitti]

y, if you get 4 stars you will write ze next chapter. So you won't go on if you get 5? Then don't. Just playin' wiff chu. Anyway, it really gives the feeling to the readers accordingly. Very well written. So much chaos in the story, no? Or something more's gonna happen. Keep it up.