6.6: A Fictional Narrative

1. He warned him of a bad ending and his life's in danger. It relates to the story that he is really going to die

he did it again so I throw my first punch I punch him right in the jaw he falls and he says “ holly sh!t you punched me so hard I seen God” Ignacio and the group of people

“They let me out after I proved I was good. I had to kill everyone that was necessary in order to be with your dad because I loved him first. I knew him first too. And now it’s your turn.”

And do you know what he said to me? With his dying breath... He told me he loved me. And that he forgave me. He turned the other cheek. I murdered my best friend in the world and before he left this world he said he loved me.

the monster; he seemed to jeer, as with his fiendish finger he pointed towards the corpse of my dead

sight of him. He knocked on my front door with a strong hand. I open up the door to a 5’ 6”

Ray Karner was a 35 year old man who shovels dead bodies into furnaces. He was the type of person who loved memories. Anything he thought was meaningful, he immediately jotted down in his diary. He had a daughter and a wife who he loved dearly. Many memories of them took up about half of his small pocket book. One after another, great days would pass by. But later he soon came to realize that things don’t always seem the way you want them to be.

“Long live the king!” I said menacingly with an evil grin on my face. I let go and watched my dear brother fall to his death.

I would not even have spoken to him or touched his hands. He has reached such a state of recklessness, that though he could have destroyed all my plans by forcing me out of the country, he has allowed me to remain this one day, in which I will turn three of my enemies into corpses, the father, the daughter, and my husband I have many ways to kill them;[21] I do not know which to try first, my friends. Whether I should set the bridal chamber on fire or thrust a sharp sword through her liver, in silence going into the house where the bed is laid. .”

All I knew was that he was gone, but not his body. I came to the conclusion that I should burn it, so I did. I pulled up my torn and ragged sleeves and proceeded to search the yard or things to build a fire with, a fire big enough to get rid of his wretched body. I dragged his lifeless corpse over to the fireplace and watched as it caught aflame. I sat there just staring at it for hours on end, adding more fuel to the fire when need be. Soon the early morning came, but the bones remained stricken of his rotten flesh so I attempted to smash them to bits upon the stone, and succeeded other than a few big pieces which I stashed away under the floor and stone. The ashes were everywhere and overflowing so I carried what I could out upon the brink of exhaustion and soon enough fell

I killed him. I killed him in the most inhuman way possible. I alwats wanted his heart. They told me to win it ive to be better than her, the woman he is in love with. So i tried. To people it was a mere competition but to me it was like a battle. But no matter how wonky she was or hoe perfect i pretended myself to be, to him, it was always her. I hated how she effortlessly could calm down the storms in his heart which he never even told me about, how he used to talk to her till the sunrise and talk about her till the sunset.

It definitely wasn’t supposed to be a chase through downtown Santa Monica, either. Only, when you’re dodging strangers and jumping over benches, that’s exactly what it was. Mickey could hear the irritated warnings and yelps of innocent bystanders as he pushed through them, trying to keep watch of Dominic, who was doing the same before him. “I see them! They’re heading for the pier!” Mickey turned his head quickly, scanning the hundreds of heads and shuffling bodies. Where were they? Just as Mickey was about to call out to Dominic, he looked up and locked eyes with one of the assassins. His breath hitched in his throat, and he stumbed forward through the sea of people blindly. “Dom! Dominic! They’re on the roof!” Mickey shoved past a line of excited

comes to the painful realization that "there was nothing to do with him." And he concludes with the

I aimed for the grandmother’s chest, but I ended up shooting her granddaughter’s stomach because she was blocking the way. After that, my boys were stabbing the grandmother and granddaughter; well, at least that’s what Simon said after I panicked and ran away. I’ve done this about a million times before since when I was 9, but why did I run? Was it regret? I never had regret. Pity? I never have pity but to the ones who died from my hands. But she didn’t die; did she? I started tearing up for a second because somehow the granddaughter reminded me so much of my sister.

The police had no evidence to find me. I was getting ready to kill my next target but the most attracting, charming woman passed by. I felt my heart drop to my stomach, When she asked me to jump start her car, I had no idea how but I gave her a ride. We spend a lot of time together. We ended up falling in love but the devil did not like that. He ruined everything by giving me cancer, I had less time then i thought with 234 people left to kill. When my wife thought that I was at the doctors I would go out of the town to kill a couple of people. I thought I have given up on killing but I am not going to be a slave. I stuck springfield, Rosewood, Dustscar. I only had to kill one more person. My wife noticed a change in my voice and strength. The cancer was getting harder to