Strong Love
Love can be a dangerous thing.
Standing here looking out my broken I was putting some lipstick on. The lipstick went everywhere on my face,but I looked beautiful. Very beautiful.
"Let me out of here you weirdo!" my dream boy Remon yelled.
Oh, he just looked handsome tied up together on the floor.Even that scared face of his matched his wonderful features.
"Sorry, honey, but I can't. I told you from the beginning that you were mind."
"Liza, get it in your thick head! I don't love you! Matter fact I hate you! Now let me go!"
I walked right over to him and pulled out my gun from my jeans. I waved it all around him with a lovely grin on my face.
"I didn't hear that correctly."
He mumbled the words I wanted to hear so badly, so I grabbed my knife I also had with me. I stabbed him in the leg and oh he screamed so loudly.
"Okay, okay. I love you," he finally said.
Oh, those was words to my ears. I gave him a little kiss on the lips.
"Now, I have to go. I have to take care of the girl who stood in my way at first. The girl you thought that was your love of your life. And when I come back, I'll take care of your leg. Alright, goodbye, honey. Love you."
This is just an example of the story I'm thinking of writing. I don't know if it's good enough. I'm just not sure. Tell me if you will read it or not.
"Let me out of here you weirdo!" my dream boy Remon yelled.
Oh, he just looked handsome tied up together on the floor.Even that scared face of his matched his wonderful features.
"Sorry, honey, but I can't. I told you from the beginning that you were mind."
"Liza, get it in your thick head! I don't love you! Matter fact I hate you! Now let me go!"
I walked right over to him and pulled out my gun from my jeans. I waved it all around him with a lovely grin on my face.
"I didn't hear that correctly."
He mumbled the words I wanted to hear so badly, so I grabbed my knife I also had with me. I stabbed him in the leg and oh he screamed so loudly.
"Okay, okay. I love you," he finally said.
Oh, those was words to my ears. I gave him a little kiss on the lips.
"Now, I have to go. I have to take care of the girl who stood in my way at first. The girl you thought that was your love of your life. And when I come back, I'll take care of your leg. Alright, goodbye, honey. Love you."
This is just an example of the story I'm thinking of writing. I don't know if it's good enough. I'm just not sure. Tell me if you will read it or not.
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Reading about a pshcyo manic or however you spell. Yeah sure I'll read. Just don't make her into a living person if you know what I mean. It could get dangerous. The world might even end with her around.