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

  • SeekingNirvana On Thursday, May 8, 2003, SeekingNirvana (27)By person wrote:

    yes titles are the toughest thing for me. i added one though. this piece of mine makes me think of "Jack the Ripper"...

  • A former member wrote: awsome write, i couldnt of done a better job

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