Red Sring - part 3 -*~*~*~*~*~*~* Abe Kingston. His voice grates on my ears. Everyday he finds it necessary to talk about everything and anything all the time. What would he do if he lost his voice, huh? It might just bring his end if he lost his precious voice. I could just slip him some chemical that would burn away his vocal cords. No that wouldn’t work, he would still be there and his voice would still ring in my ears. I have to think of a special way to stop that voice… his birthday is in two days.*~*~*~*~*~*~* My heart sunk. Abe, no doubt about it this sick’o was talking about Abe the first one to die on July 25 his
Red String - part 2 -*~*~*~*~*~*~* One day, every year, for the rest of your life is filled with joy in the celebration of your life. What would people do if all they could think of on your day of life was death? Devastation, depression and anger would be some things they would feel but that day wouldn’t be about them anymore, well not completely no they would be thinking of me to. How delightful to be remembered every year on someone else’s birthday. It makes me smile to think of all those people who will remember me.*~*~*~*~*~*~* Its just a sick joke, right? No one not even the twisted kids in school would write that kind of st