At this time of year, the beach is deserted.
- At this time of year, the beach is deserted. There is little sound, save for the crashing waves and the brittle leaves of trees blowing in the wind. Unexpectedly, I hear footsteps.
- Despite the soft, inaudible sand; this blissful silence heightens my listening, and the footsteps echo as they approach closer and closer.
- I reach out, and discover that my weapons have gone from my grip. Beginning to grow a little panicked, I search fruitlessly for something that I can use as a makeshift weapon.
- My fingers scrabble uselessly along the ground, coming up empty. Just as I was about to give up hope, my fingers closed around something hard and round, though I wasn't sure what
- It turned out to be a cafeteria cookie from work that had gotten out of my pocket, those cookies are the deadliest weapon know to man. I knew what I had to do.
- I hurled the thing with deadly precision across the room and it struck the skull of my nemesis. Blood shot from the wound like an uncapped fire hydrant.
- It was over. At last, it was over. The world was finally safe from this creature, thanks to me. The bloody pile before me would move no more; destroy no more. I breathed a si
- -ckening bouquet bubbling from the bloody body. My lungs burned like a billion red hot needles poking my alveoli! The agony! I LIKED the agony! I shoved my face into the mutilated
- chocolate-covered fire ants. It was painfully delicious, a sickly sweet but short end to one of the strangest nights of my life.
- Started
- 2014-11-03 14:22:31
- Finished
- 2014-11-03 22:25:20
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