The blood drained from her face Leaving her as pale As the body at her feet
Classic Murder Mystery
You are invited to die---
I mean dine, of course
Breaking Silence
Crows screech into the abyss
Echoing until it sounds of
Murder
Atmosphere
It had the same atmosphere
As a place you'd go to get murdered
“Head to toe with deadly cruelty”
She calmly washed
The blood from her hands
Dead Rising
A murder of crows
Croak a sound
Eager
I've got murder on the brain
And eager hands
Quote of the Week #16
Another favorite author this week: Agatha Christie. I am slowly trying to get through all of her books. Though I still love the first one I read best (And Then There were None Or Ten Little Indians). This quote isn't from that though. "I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with... Continue Reading →
Oh my
Blood splatter
Mind scattered
Premeditated
Murder on the brain
Shake in the hands
Fragment of a Figment 