Murder He Wrote (part 2)

Murder He Wrote (Part 2)

Next day…

He’s at a train station awaiting his train when some man named James began to complain…

“HEY YOU… I NEED THIS SEAT.”

The author ignores him and continues to write in his sheets but with a normal pen.

The man grabs him and says “STOP WRITING AND GIVE ME THIS SEAT!”

Throwing him to the floor afterwards…

Everybody at the station burst out with laughter 

The author was embarrassed…

He picked up his notebook and grabbed his pen but this time it’s THE PEN…

With the pen in his hand he began…

To write… 

I’m not one to fight I’m more laid back. I strike with a subtle attack. Catch my enemy while relaxed. Like Mr. James (lighting strikes) Mr. I can’t stand and wait for the train. I see him sitting there sleep my chance to creep. I grab some rope that’s wrapped around a pole. It will look better around his throat. I creep slowly. Like a lion preying on a zebra. Carefully moving to make sure my attack is clean and quick. He moves a bit. I stop. He wipes his nose as the train station is flooded with echoes of his snores. I’m getting closer… and closer… and closer… and closer… I’m starting to gain a tight grip on the rope… finally I approach his back… I gently place the rope around his neck. Then… SNAP! Choking him. He wakes but it’s too late. I already have a firm grip and his life begins to exit. He’s putting up a fight. Trying with all his might. But the rope is too… too tight… Saaaay… goooood…niiiigggght… deep sigh. The obituary reads… Rest in Pieces… Mr. James (lighting strikes again)… 

“OH MY GOD! THIS MAN IS DEAD!” A young woman so franticly claimed.

Speaking of James

Who is indeed dead once believed to be sleep…

Died from a severe heart attack. 

Our author was pleased…

Boarded the train 

With a look that remained…

Ever so evil.

Eyes blood shot red.

Like fuck with me you’re dead.

And we all know if it’s written

He meant every sentence…

Now on to business.

Our author is headed to Atlanta to visit some family.

Besides New Orleans

Atlanta is his second home.

And he has a sinister homecoming planned.

With the pen in his hand he began…

To write…

I had some good and bad times in Atlanta. It’s where I first met Diana. (Lighting strikes) bout as dirty as the one mike talked about. Her Victoria Secret had to be the dirty south. Although it’s my fault for having sex with her unprotected, she could have told me I wasn’t the only person she was having sex with. Gave me a disease. Time to TEACH…! her a lesson. IRONICALLY! She heals people for a profession. A surgeon.   So let’s see if we can create an emergency. I have a scalpel but that wont do.HMM… What should I use? I’m in a hospital how bout I use all of the tools to leave dirty Diana in a pool…Of blood… 

TO BE CONTINUED…

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