Death
The air was cold and crisp, stars glistening in the sky. My breath was trapped in the cold icy air. Leaves showered down on the ground while the blowing wind whistled through the empty streets of Bayville. The howling of a dog fills my ears, cars lurching in the nearby bushes. The stumbling of a drunken neighbor echoes through the empty autumn air. Rustle in the wind ease the eager one with a chill down her spine. Her sweet voice slithered in my ear, words that only warmed the soul of the beloved. I stared into her warm soft eyes, felt her smooth silky skin. Warmth speared throughout my body, overwhelmed in joy. My arms wrapped around her as if I was a snake about to strangle it prey. Energy pulsated through my body with love for this kind being. My mind was clear from hate, rage, anger and that I despised. Her hand brushed against my coarse, bleak face, melted into a cheerful grin. The streetlight glimmered on her face, an angelic figure gazing upon me. I heard neighbors screaming "GET ON WITH IT!!!" With disgust of the destroyed, I felt as if we were being watched on one of those soap operas and viewers were being impatient.
Ever since that meeting with Erik we have been good comrades. We use to take shots whiskey and puffed on cigars. Still to this day we are pretty tight with each other, we have laughs here and there about the days I use to go out with his daughter. Once in a while I'll go over just to talk to him and have a couple drinks (he lives in walking distance). I also work over at his welding shop, make few bucks sometimes I turn down the money because he is a friend of mine. I think I hangout with him more than I do with her nowhere days. The door suddenly swung open her father stood before me, a colossal figure with muscles bulging out of the shirt. His hair was curly and red, from a distance it looks like a raging fire that would not go out. He was what I think Satan would look if he were human. My heart was pumping like a V8 engine being pushed to go the max, with everything falling apart. With a deep booming voice he said "you must be Cavan, I heard so much about you from my little girl" and a giant hand came out and offered a handshake. We gripped hands "Nice to meet you, Mr. Madden." I said, "Same to you, but you can call me Erik, come inside." We walked inside, it fe
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Approximate Word count = 798
Approximate Pages = 3 (250 words per page double spaced)
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