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The Ripper
By SeekingNirvana
Cold air all about me as I stood in triumph. And I grinned in exstacy as
I saw that the deed hast been done. For no one had seen, they haden't uttered
a sound. But that didn't matter. No man was within earshot of this wretched
place. It then drew upon me that I was where I was, and had indeed done
what I had set out to do.
Knowing this, pride swept through my pulsating veins. Incredible, agonizing
joy became my thoughts and I knelt to the ground to right myself.
"To live is to die." I assured myself as a cold wind whipped my face and
ensnared the senses. I am who I am. For it is this which grants the right
to call myelf 'I'.
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Copyright 2003 OneWingedAngel
Published on Wednesday, May 7, 2003.
Filed under:
"Short Story"
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A former member wrote:
i love this
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On Thursday, May 8, 2003, SeekingNirvana
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wrote:
yes titles are the toughest thing for me. i added one though. this piece of mine makes me think of "Jack the Ripper"...
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A former member wrote:
awsome write, i couldnt of done a better job
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