The Stalker: A Narrative Fiction

Even a few minutes earlier when they stood outside the house, he would not have dared to think of kissing her (43). But since he had seen her lips in the lamp light he felt that they were his. Ethan is a victim of his own personal choices and temperament, because in the book it says, and I quote, “Get up,” he ordered her. It was the tone she always needed, but she cowered down in her seat, repeating vehemently, and I quote, “No, no, no!” “Why?” “I want to sit in front.” “No, no! How can you steer in front?” “I don’t have to, we’ll follow the track.” They spoke in smothered whispers, as though the night were listening. As I quote, “Get up! Get up!” he urged her, but she kept on repeating, “Why do you want to sit in front?” “Because I - because I want to feel you holding on to me,” he stammered and dragged her to her feet (123). The answer seemed to satisfy her, or else she yielded to the power of his

Richard Ramirez was an American serial Killer also known as the ‘Night Stalker’. Richard Ramirez, during his youth, was a satanic worshipper and a habitual drug user.

"Why did Mildred stay at your house? as I recall you give her the creeps" She says.

The dark air began to weep as he sat there and faced the ordinary gravestone. Mother nature seemed to feel the pain that rocked deep in his bones every minute of everyday. The whistling and russling of the air as the leaves jumped through the cemetery rang in his ears. “Huh.” he snickered. Ash of the thick cigar fell fiercely towards the stone.

Every day when I awaken to see shadows of your irregular heartbeat imprinted onto the bed sheets - but maybe that's just my imagination. For many years, you have disappeared from my side. Yet I can still feel your lingering presence.

Cal was rooting around in his bag, his eyes bright with… something – Ethan couldn’t think about much in his state. It didn’t look like anything Ethan wanted to be a part of, though. He blinked back at Mrs Beauchamp, whose entire face seemed to be under strain for supressing a smile.

I see the flickering shadows that are cast by the headlights, dancing in spite of my misery. I hear the soft drops of the rain pouring down and landing on the bitumen. I could feel the delightful chirps and screeches of the cicadas; insects and birds resonating in my ears .The soft crunches from the soles of the shoes follow me and the occasional splash. I could taste the petrichor emanating of the air; cool, wet and invigorating. Laughter of the children can be heard several blocks, presuming having to do with puddles. As I turn around a corner, I look down at my watch and saw the time and begin to pace my walk. The beep noise from my phone is telling me that my phone had low battery left and will begin to slow down systems in order to conserve the battery.

family, was born in Algeria in 1913, in an extreme poverty area. He spent the

Waving his colt pistol to and fro, as if to shame the crowd of broken hyenas for the attempt of the deceased, corpulent man, the lunatic began to mimic the motion of the weapon with his head, and to lightly chuckle once more. The clamoring and ringing of psychological chimes had, by this time, sapped to a dull hum, of which permitted my ability to observe without the need for scrutiny; and I immediately began to scan the area for Margaret. However, upon locating her I took immediate note, with slight reassurance, that she had remained immobile and untouched, although still unconscious despite the gunfire. And as she slouched in her chair of placement, her eyelids were directed towards the heavens above, and her careless, lingering hair stretched

“Welcome to detention, boys,” Clemmons introduced Duncan and Logan to the janitor’s supply closet like they were seeing mops, brooms, and bleach for the first time.

Hey Raynelle! Okay, so I wouldn't bother you unless I felt I was necessary. You see, I'm a good guy. In high school, the majority of my friends were girls, and it was never in a speedy was Since moving to OK, all of that has vanished. I didn't even look at girls the same as I used to. I just sit patiently with my dead insides. I'm fine with that. But ever since I saw that girl at the front desk, I was like, "Fuuuuuuuccccccckkkkk! This is why people get up everyday and do something. A girl like that is born with a boyfriend. I just had to ask because one day we all just chill in a big black nothing forever

“I think I’ll name you Singer,” (page) Julie Barenson says to her new puppy. It was Christmas Eve night, and Julie was spending it alone until a stranger knocked on her door carrying a box. In that certain box contained a letter from her deceased husband, and a Great Dane puppy. As Julie was reading the letter with her shaking hands, the little puppy kept on howling at the wind. At first Julie was annoyed, but little did she know, Singer would watch over her and protect her from all sorts of danger headed her way in the near future. When she was ready to start dating again, Richard came into her life. He was the perfect man for her, or so she thought. Richard would soon set out on a path to ruin Julie’s life by becoming her personal stalker.

Meeting Eddie and realizing her family wanted to bring her home had weakened her, awakening the loneliness and ache for them that she had long put to sleep. She couldn’t afford to succumb to those emotions. As the bra straps slid over shoulders, Sara locked away the thoughts and honed in on the pain and loss of the past two years. Those were the emotions that would help her achieve her goals.

Just after church as Daniel a 35 year old dad and Jared also 35 year old dad went out to play football with each other. It was a pretty nice day with a small storm coming on later in the day. Their two sons were playing close to the water with their toy monster trucks. As Jared screams to the kids while jumping up to catch the ball, “be careful you never know, the killer could come out.¨ Jared says in a sarcastic warning.

           "I can't believe that just happened," Jeremy thought, as he was walking to the cafeteria, "why can't I just be normal?" As he was walking, a girl named Jessica, and her many popular friends made their ways down the hallway as well. Jeremy had a crush on her, or at least whatever he thought he was