Pinky Out: A Short Story

I told my dog to go out and play, But he just to the kitchen, And eat all the cookies my mom made. So I told to take a shower, But he just turned on the TV’s Power!

“None of us have moved on from being that kid with a gun under the pillow waiting for him to come back from us. That's hard to live with,” she said. “We're afraid he's just smart enough to hid in woods somewhere with high powered rifle and start shooting us. I will spend every day for the rest of my life waiting for a bullet to arrive just because I happened to be the daughter of his victim. It makes me so angry he has this affect on us. I did nothing wrong. He chose to do

"Perhaps I was too strong with alcohol but.. but you still promised. You know this needs to be done," he said slowly, standing up straight to stare down Laim. Let death come to him, it would come at some point anyway. "You must help me. It is in your best interest. Thaddeus killed your old boss, you know, Joseph Carroll," said soft, eyes intense and lacking any friendly air. "Do you think Thaddeus would be less lenient on you considering the punishment that Carroll gave you? I know about that too.. About the

Local Attorney Thompson said, "This person chose to consistently shoot a former blossom friend, at the same time the victim lay down helpless on the surface, for no reason, going out of him with everlasting accidents. The verdict imposed reflects the significance of the crime. "

A stubborn pout formed on Booker’s lips, followed by expression of pain shimmering across his face. “It’s none of your damn business, so drop it,

“Earlier today, we learned that an attempt was made on your cousin’s life,” her father said to her. “Your mother has so much grief for your cousin, because of the actions that he has made since the past two years – deeds worthy of being told to all

There was a single bullet shot within his body; right in the center of the chest. There are scares that show that the body was dragged on the rough road. The expression is clear to say as he is shocked which says that the killer was someone un expected. Mrs. Young is taking the death of her husband better than anyone who was close to him. She has not let any emotions come on her face.

Terror stricken, she said softly, “Then the death of my dear friend would have been in vain. The betrayal of Freddie and the other lads would account for nothing. He’s got to be found,” she stopped and later burst into a torrent of tears, “otherwise, I will be killed by his henchman, who I fear is still taking orders from him.”

“Marlene Barnes, when I looked at this case, I thought it possible based on circumstantial evidence. However, as I’ve listened to the evidence presented, I've changed my mind and now believe you’re a cold hard killer with no conscious. According to the evidence, you committed a most heinous senseless murder by smashing your mother's head and dumping her body in the trash. The court sentences you to die in the death chamber at the State Prison. Get her out of here,” the judge said as the

He glimpsed the fear in her eyes. “No, he’s alive. But with any luck, Fontaine will be dead soon. You, my dear, can find out. He and I are not friends, but it wouldn’t be suspicious if you checked on his health.”

“The rifle cracked, Tim Johnson leaped, flopped over, and crumpled on the sidewalk in a brown and white heap. He didn't know what had

My stepfather.” Bedhead raised an eyebrow herself. “Yes, your stepfather. That was it.” He turned his attention to the left of him, towards the prosecution’s table. “Would the prosecution please give his opening statement?” A man rose, courting a suit of brown. He looked eager, though quite old. “Yes, your honor. I’d be glad to.” Turning his attention towards the woman and holding up a piece of paper, he began, “The accused, Ms. What’s-her-face, is charged with murder in the first degree of her stepfather Blahblahblah. The weapon, currently being analyzed by our police department, was a silenced miniature uzi. It had a barrel of about five inches sticking out from the gun itself. Within three shots of firing said weapon, Mr. So’n’so was killed immediately. Several bullet holes were found inside the body during our autopsy report.” The man took a small breather; the woman looked at him flatly, blowing a bit of her bright hair out of her eyes. He continued, “Upon further questioning, Ms. What’s-her-face is revealed to have a rather long and abusive history with this man, prompting her motive for murder-” At once, the woman flared and she turned towards the prosecution, “You’re lying! It-it wasn’t like that at all! Why would anyone-” she turned back to the judge, “why would anyone just outright kill their own stepfather?! It doesn’t make any

"Are you done? I'm not completely bad, the authorities we hastily escaped would have killed you anyway.”

POP! The sound of the baseball being thrown into my brand new shiny nice and stiff glove ( me and my dad were playing catch in the back yard). “Hey this time the ball stayed in the glove.”my dad panted. “Ya I guess but the glove is still impossible to close.” I replied. “It takes awhile to break in a glove.” my dad told me. “Well I don't want to take awhile I want it broken in now!” I whined. After that the scene of my backyard was rather quiet I don't know why but I think it was because I whined at my dad and I kind of felt bad. All of the sudden the silence was broken form a large POP!

“I can’t leave you here, we have to do something!” I shouted at him, clueless as to what I could do to save my best friend..