Friday assignment 3

The stars had disappeared, the clouds were rolling in. It was beginning to drop in temperature. It had already gone down at least four degrees. The air was misty and the moon was barely peaking out. All light was gone except for the street lights. That's were I stood planning the events of the evening. Preparing to create my paradise. The smoke from my cigarette circled my head and the lamp post. Drops of water glistened on my brow. The can of gasoline made a soft tinkering sound as it was hit.

Friday assignment 2

As she sat at home one night a knock suddenly came to the door. The neighbor told Connie that his wife wanted her for a moment. She went to see what was needed. When she arrived the neighbors wife began yelling at Connie. Connie stood there saying nothing, blank faced and unknowing.

Friday assignment 1

The crash came suddenly, horrifying and memorable. We were driving down the road, where the sun shone in a crimson hue upon the river when the fight began. I remember listening to "suicide and other comforts" by Cradle Of Filth when she hurled her book into the backseat. She screamed "God will you shut that shit off." My only reply was, You can be such a bitch, sometimes I wish you would die. Suddenly the chair my mom died in appeared in the middle of the road. Of course it was only a flashback to the chair, but none the less I swerved to miss it. As I swerved her head struck the side window with such force that it split wide open. I slammed on the brakes and slid into another vehicle. As the cars collided her head bounced of the headrest and into the windshield snapping her neck and killing her instantly. I'm sure someone, somewhere will miss her, but I certainly won't.