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The front two motorcyclists didnβt notice a noose made out of thin string, near-invisible at the end of the street, or the tripwires that were on the side of the nooses. The motorcyclists made it to the end of the street and placed their heads in the right spots for the nooses. The nooses were big enough for their heads to fit through and thin enough for the targets to not feel their death looming around their necks. The man smirked as he wriggled his fingers, which controlled the nooses. He
Everyone has dreams and nightmares, but not everyone can remember them. This is a small portion of the nightmares that I suffer from nightly.
It was morning, something that I dreaded I couldnβt believe it was time; it only seemed like a week ago, when my father told me I was a Sniper. I could remember each scene, as he told me, I Lexis Alice Zane, is a Sniper. As he stood there behind the house telling me to take a seat, βHoney, I need to tell you somethingβ, he sighed βYouβre a Sniperβ, and I looked at him confused, what the heck is a Sniper? Is it werewolf?
The front two motorcyclists didnβt notice a noose made out of thin string, near-invisible at the end of the street, or the tripwires that were on the side of the nooses. The motorcyclists made it to the end of the street and placed their heads in the right spots for the nooses. The nooses were big enough for their heads to fit through and thin enough for the targets to not feel their death looming around their necks. The man smirked as he wriggled his fingers, which controlled the nooses. He
Everyone has dreams and nightmares, but not everyone can remember them. This is a small portion of the nightmares that I suffer from nightly.
It was morning, something that I dreaded I couldnβt believe it was time; it only seemed like a week ago, when my father told me I was a Sniper. I could remember each scene, as he told me, I Lexis Alice Zane, is a Sniper. As he stood there behind the house telling me to take a seat, βHoney, I need to tell you somethingβ, he sighed βYouβre a Sniperβ, and I looked at him confused, what the heck is a Sniper? Is it werewolf?