Amberly
28th October 2004, 12:10
first off if you dont like my writing dont tell me it hurts my feelings :confused: but if you do like it please tell me..this story is for a thread called "the story behind you avatar".. I wrote this last night for a different forum based on my avatar on that forum...
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Amberly knew that he’d been cheating on her. She’d known for almost two months now. But she couldn’t prove it. Until now. Walking through the rain, no longer bothering to hide herself, she closed in on him, her lying cheating, bastard of a husband. He had just left from dinner with the tramp. The tramp Amberly used to call her best friend. Furious at that thought the moisture around her suddenly became steam. She had to control her temper better. Stomping through the rain she yelled out his name, “Gabriel,” echoed against the sounding buildings. He spun around, quickly suppressing a look of horror at hearing her voice. She walked up to him, looked him in the eyes, and said, “ I should brand you,” as he held up her now burning left hand, “but that just not good enough,” she finished as she pulled the knife from his abdomen. “Rot in hell,” she whispered as he fell, dying to the ground. As Amberly walked away she gave one last look over her shoulder, blood dripping from the knife in her hand.
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Amberly knew that he’d been cheating on her. She’d known for almost two months now. But she couldn’t prove it. Until now. Walking through the rain, no longer bothering to hide herself, she closed in on him, her lying cheating, bastard of a husband. He had just left from dinner with the tramp. The tramp Amberly used to call her best friend. Furious at that thought the moisture around her suddenly became steam. She had to control her temper better. Stomping through the rain she yelled out his name, “Gabriel,” echoed against the sounding buildings. He spun around, quickly suppressing a look of horror at hearing her voice. She walked up to him, looked him in the eyes, and said, “ I should brand you,” as he held up her now burning left hand, “but that just not good enough,” she finished as she pulled the knife from his abdomen. “Rot in hell,” she whispered as he fell, dying to the ground. As Amberly walked away she gave one last look over her shoulder, blood dripping from the knife in her hand.