When i grow up...
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Thread Topic: When i grow up...
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A SERIAL KILLER!!! but first i'll join the forensics team. so i will know how to get away. I WONT EVER BE CAUGHT!!! MWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
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oh realllly??? cuz the Atlanta Child Murderer got captured after a couple years of serial killing so wattt nowwwww ur gonna get C-A-U-G-H-T!! CAUGHT CAUGHT CAUGHT!! lolz... =D
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so when ever you hear about a mass killing in texas, it will probly be me
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I wanna be a person who write books,songs,poems,plays,etc.
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lol k!! i will look out on the newz.
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watch out for me!!! lol. i wont kill you people though. cuz your koolz
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If you hear about a famous person named "Aubrie Seighfreid"(Not my real last name),then that's me.
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ok.
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Writer and illistrator for my books and stories.
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AngelofDeath NewbieI wanna be a serial killer, too. No matter who the f---er is, I'll kill him/her. Especially if its someone who always taunted me.
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i want to be an author, nature guide, illistrator, zooligist, marine bioligist, or a pilot
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here's is an installment of one of my books.
Drip . . .drip . . .drip. . .woosh . . .drip . . . The tranquil sound of the red pines comforts me into a feeling of safety although I know nothing is benign two miles away. The house is a dangerous place to be when dad, I mean when sir is there. Glass bottles and anything else in sir’s reach whizzes down the halls against wood doors, shattering down to the stained carpet in glass shards and wooden splinters. Jessy showed me this place shortly before she left. At least a small part of me is at ease knowing Jessy is safe elsewhere with her boyfriend Leo and living peacefully on Easy Street. Jessy gave me her address to run to her house whenever there is a chance, but sir keeps all the doors locked and the rusty sound of door knob needing some oil is enough to wake him when he’s sober. The nearest town is ten miles away. Close for a vehicle but not for close enough for me. The gashes and home made stitches that tear open so easily would slow me down and sir always finds you after a while, but not Jessy. Leo came and got her and saved her.
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the second and last installment since i'm to stupid to end the book, but you can add on a gory ending if you want, i like gore
I lean against the trunk of the tree and let my tears mingle with the rain drops that drip from the needles. Emerald wouldn’t follow, she wouldn‘t. I told her to come but she wouldn’t listen. My screams were not enough to tear her from her bed were her cuts are to terrible to look at and much to sensitive to move. I told her sir is coming, I told her I have a chocolate bunny we get at Easter (her favorite candy), I told her I have her pink threadbare bunny, but nothing would motivate her to get out of bed. To run with me to the pines. Her soul is always cheerful, her round face radiant with happiness, but sir wears it down with glass and silverware. I am sure to find her still, six year old body under the purple bedspread, with no soft whistle from her nose will tell me she’s sleeping or the steady movement of her chest to tell me she’s breathing. -
AngelofDeath NewbieI think the writing that you do is really awesome, sisi. ;)
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C: i wanna be an actress and a writer
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