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Rianie's New Look Contest! c:So Lemme Explain This. So For Some Reason, I Really Really Wanted To Change My OC. I Was About To Make One Myself, But I Was Out Of Inspiration For Making A Mixed Hair And Shiet. And I Also Wanted To Make A Nl Contest Too Someday When I Needed It. And Now This Is The Time! xD This Is My First Contest And I'm Excited About It. I'm Not Going To Do Any Bannedstory Editting With My OC Until The Deadline For This. I'll Be Just Doing Requests. c: And This Could Also Be A 100 & Over Watchers Special Too. And Please, If You Are Joining Please Favorite This Journal. c:
Rules Of Joining This Contest:
- Do Not Steal, Copy, OR Rip Off Someone's Work. If You Do, You Are Disqualified.
- The Hair Dosen't Need To Be Mixed Or Custom. BUT You Will Get A Better Chance Of Winning This Contest.
- 2 Entries Are The Max .
- Do Not Insult Other Entries OR Be A Bitch. If You Do, You Are Disqualified
The TrundlerThe waste land behind the fire station is always silent. No birds sing there, and even the wild rabbits and feral cats avoid it. Weedy wildflowers nod their seasonal heads in the breeze. Lying fallow in the midst of housing developments, shopping malls, the new movie theater — the vacant lot stands out like a knife wound on a woman’s placid face, shocking, brazen, ugly.
It is always empty. Except for one thing: a ragged heap of old trash, all nasty black tar paper and vicious snarls of rusted wire, car parts and broken glass and other junkyard jetsam. The embodiment of injury waiting to happen, an invitation to a tetanus shot... the city never hauled it away. No one ever wants anywhere near it; it radiates an eerie sense of calculating watchfulness.
And at night, it wanders.
When darkness falls, and the last cars heading into the hives of tract housing stop illuminating the asphalt with moving-picture shadows, it… unfolds. Bitter, broken tangles, grotesquely mov
Inspector Wolf The old lady was dead. I could smell it before I even got into the house. The whole place reeked of adrenaline, sweat, fear, copper and steel. He’d dropped her right in her living room. Chopped and chopped until she stopped moving. But I could tell I was getting close. This had been done in a hurry, and the killer didn’t have the time to clean up after himself like he usually did.
Across the room, the phone rang. The shrill sound set my teeth to grinding, but I ignored it. Instead I followed the killer’s bloody footprints into the back bedroom. He’d climbed out the window. If I hurried, I could catch up to him and end this disgusting spree he was on.
Then the answering machine kicked in. “Hi, Gramma! It’s Red. Sorry I’m running late. I kind of lost track of time. But don’t worry. I packed the picnic and I’m heading out the door right now. Love you.”
She’d been expec
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