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The Black Widow’s Partner In Crime (Friday’s Short Stories)

 

By: Katie Night

Andrea sat at the bar, with a drink in hand. She had been siting at the bar for about 20 minutes, nothing had sparked her attention. Her last husband had been gone for about a month, before she started to crave for another man’s affection.

He had a heart attack and thought that he was the one for her. She thought that she was going to spend the rest of her life with him. Making memories, having children, and growing old together.

She just wanted someone to love her for her. She looked up at the bartender, as he poured her another shot. It burned in the back of her throat, but made it so she could hold back the tears she wan’t to let loose. She checked her phone, once more, looking at her flip phone that had a picture of her and her late husband.

Another 5 minutes had passed and she was getting tired of sitting, waiting for someone to approach her. It was like they knew she had lost her husband and that they were avoiding her like the plague. She struggled her shoulders and downed the rest of her drink, when she felt someone sit down next to her.

“Can I by you a drink?” The man wearing a business suit asked, as she looked at him in shock. She turned and looked around to see if he had might off meant to talk to someone else, but it was only them sitting at the bar.

She moved her hair behind her ear and smiled. “Sure.” He then turned to the bartender and he quickly made a drink.

“So, what is a beautiful lady like you doing in a bar alone?” He asked. She took a slip, waiting him to say more, but she was speak less. She didn’t think anyone would come and approached her tonight.

“It’s better than being home alone.” She responded. He moved his grey-black hair back and placed his hand on hers. She froze, not knowing what he would do.

“You are still alone, aren’t you?” He asked once more. She wondered if he was trying to hit on her, but she couldn’t tell. Although, he noticed that him asking questions about her, bothered her, he pulled his hand away. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be so demanding on questioning you.”

She shrugged her shoulders. She started to feel the alcohol hitting her, making her more relaxed and able to more flirty. “I was really waiting for you to ask me what my name was.” She smirked as his lips formed a small smile. “Andrea.”

She held her hand out as did he, shaking hands. “Kevin.” She felt something different about Kevin. She couldn’t tell what it was, but his aurora said something else. He had a dark soul, but with little room for love. She still wanted to know what was different about him that made him approach her?

The rest of the night, they talked. Nothing, but talked. She told him about her college days, as he told her about the late nights he was doing surgery. By the time they noticed what time it was, the bar was about to close up for the night. Kevin walked Andrea to her car and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

Andrea heart had warmed up with excitement and passion. She didn’t want to stop seeing him again. Kevin was all she could think about. The only question she had for him was why her? There were a few other ladies at the bar, but he chose her. She tossed and turned all night long, over thinking about Kevin.

 

The next night, Kevin, met up with her at her house. They could resist themselves and had to have themselves, right on her kitchen table, the one that her and Jeff had picked out after they got married.

She was lost in the moment, forgot about that table, her late husband, and everything else. The only thing she could think of was how much thrill she was having. making love to a stranger on her husband’s table. The look in Kevin’s eyes during the act of affection. It burned in her mind.

Once they were done, a small idea popped in her head. She gave Kevin a smirk, but he had no idea what she was thinking, or so she thought. Kevin picked up her clothes and threw them at her.

“Don’t even think about playing me, sweetheart.” He spoke and Andrea’s eye’s widened. How could he know what she was thinking? She threw her dress over her head, forgetting about her undergarments.

“How did you-” She tired to speak, but he interrupted her.

“I can read your thoughts and I know what you were thinking.” Kevin spoke as he slowly walked towards her. The only thing she noticed, was his eyes, even though, he was half-naked in front of her, his eyes scared her the most. “I love how your mind thinks, Andrea. I bet if we stick together, we can do exactly what you are thinking, to a couple of rich suckers.”

 

After that night, Andrea and Kevin worked hand in hand, roping in rich idiots that married Andrea, but they wouldn’t last a week in that house. Kevin grew angry whenever anyone else touched Andrea and would kill the new husband, before the end of the week.

The would make love to each other, with the money that the late husband had left for her the night before. No one noticed what was going on. Kevin would admit the late husbands in for surgery, but they would never make it.

Andrea loved to do it for the thrills. She loved the fact that another man touched her, Kevin would rip him apart. She wanted some to want her so bad, that he would kill any man that touched. her.

Once another one of her husbands had passed, she tried to wait as long as she could, but her cravings for affection always came back. She would go out to wealthy bars, sit and wait, until another sucker wanted to give her the world. She would play off sweet and simple, before getting them so drunk, she would mention to get married.

Those late husbands of Andrea, would fall so hard for her, they always said yes and then married her that same night. Once they would come home for their ‘honeymoon’, Kevin would be waiting.

Andrea and Kevin thought that this was something they would keep on doing forever until, people started to notice the pattern, they were leaving behind. The head of the police department, Steve Jones, had started to look into the case. He watched, from his car for weeks, as multiple men would enter that house alive, but would leave in a body bag.

There was only one man that came and go as he pleased. The head of the surgery department Kevin Rosevelt. He was one of the very known surgeons in the department, that even received an award for donating money to big charity events. It puzzled Jones’ to why he was doing this or what he was getting out of this?

“Dr. Rosevelt, good to see you again.” Jones said as he approached Kevin in the hospital, after the last husband of Andrea Whites’ had died. They shook hands and Kevin gave him a smile.

“You too, Steve. What brings you here?” Kevin asked as he was questionable about the reasoning to why he was here. He figured it was for another award or another patient was a officer.

They both sat down as Jones’ laid them down a few files on his desk. “I wanted to ask you a few questions on these missing men. Some of them you operated on and I just wanted to know how those surgeries went.”

Kevin looked through the files, there were about 6 different men in each of the files, 4 of them, he operated on. He stayed calm, as he had a feeling Jones’ was onto him.

“I only operated on 4 of these men, Jones’, why are these two in the same pile? I’ve never had them for patients either.” Kevin said, giving the files back to Jones’, hoping Jones’ would by them and move on.

“Do you have any relations with Mrs. Andrea White?” Jones asked. Kevin stood puzzled to him, wondering how he knew.

“She is one of my friends. Why are you questioning me about her?” Jones knew right away that if he told Kevin about the investigation, they would either flee the town or kill him.

“We are just asking because she has gotten married to these men and they happened to all of died within the week of them getting married. You operated on 4 of them and called time of death on the other 2. We just making sure that they have been dying of natural causes and not being murdered.” Jones explained. He didn’t wished he didn’t give so much information to him, but he hoped that maybe, he would confess or prove that he didn’t kill these women.

Kevin threw a hand in his face and then took the filed back. Looking through each of them again. He pulled the first man, Lance Drotter, he was a wealthy business man, but he only lasted three days when he was with Andrea.

“Mr. Lance Drotter, he came in, not breathing, we tried to bring him back, but nothing worked, so we called time of death at 15:23. Further look into his death, he had a stroke. Mrs. White had no idea of his medical history until she brought him to the hospital.”

Kevin threw that file down in front of Jones’, as his pager was going off. ” I wish I could go into detail even more, but I have to head down to the ER, so I’ll make it quick with the other cases.” He spoke. “Carl Jenson, alcohol poisoning. Gregory John, blood clot stopped his heart. Mattew Carter, came in unresponsive due to suicide attempt. Donald Heath, liver failure. Last but not least, Parker Adams, brain dead on the table. Happy now?”

Kevin rushed out of his office and Jones’ sensed that talking about these men upset him. Not only did he have the ER to worry about, but something about these deaths, Jones’ could tell it bothered him very much.

Jones’ wondered if he would get Andrea to talk some more, since Kevin didn’t give out too much information. He left the hospital, with the files of the dead 6 men. He figured he would look back into the files to see if he missed any more information.

 

Kevin knew Jones’ was onto him, he quickly got out of his office and went to one of the empty on call rooms. He dialed Andrea’s number, as quick as he could. “When do you want me at the hospital?” Andrea answered with, he would usually call her for her to spend some time with him in the on call room.

“Get out of the house with your stuff, the cops are on to us.” Kevin snapped as Andrea stayed silent. “We need to get out of here as soon as we can because Jones’ is going to be headed to your house now.”

“I already have the bag packed. You want me to take the SUV?” She replied as that car wouldn’t be detected by the cops right away.

“Yes, then go to the bank, take everything out of the accounts. I’ll meet you at the bank and we will leave.” Kevin said as he feared that she wouldn’t be able to take everything out of the bank right off.

“I’ll come and get you first. If I go to the bank first, they will figured it out. We need to go to the bank in the next town over.” Andrea paused for a second. “I’ll be there in 5 minutes. I’m going to throw my phone in the lake on the way to get you. I love you.”

They bother hung up and Kevin rushed to grab other stuff from his desk.

 

Andrea quickly got into the SUV and then opened the garage, there was Jones, waiting for her. He wouldn’t move, so she ran him over. After, that she just kept driving, hoping that no one noticed she did a hit an run. Once she reached to the hospital, Kevin quickly jumped into the car and planted a kiss on her lips.

“Go, I just got a call from the hospital that they are doing a locked down.” Kevin said as Andrea stepped on the gas. The drove and drove for hours, Andrea felt that nothing could stop them, once they left town and reached the other bank.

They quickly went in and out of the bank, cashing out their accounts and cards, making it so the cops couldn’t trace their whereabouts. Kevin took over driving. They kept driving and driving, as they heard the sirens on their tail. Andrea never felt so much thrill in her entire life.

She was wanted. So, wasn’t Kevin. She was called the ‘Black Widow’. Kevin and her stayed low, but when they arrived in a new town, the craving for a wealthy man passed her mind and she couldn’t help herself.

She would sit at the bar, and waited patiently for their next victim.

 

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A Fairies Kindness – Short Story

Hey Dearies! So, I am trying something new and going to have my sister write a short story based off of one of her drawings. I will post her YouTube Channel and Deviart account pages at the end of the story!

~A Fairy’s Kindness~
By: Kitty Sayjo

Long ago, in a simple town, there lived a lonely tailor named Tucker. He ran one of the finest tailor shops in the kingdom and many have been fascinated by the clothes he would make.

However, his business was on the verge of collapsing. For the past few months, more talent tailors began setting up shop in Tucker’s hometown, stealing his customers away. No matter how hard he tried, Tucker couldn’t find a way to stand out and was at risk of losing his business.

One night, Tucker was in his workshop working on sewing some new clothes when he heard something tapping the window. He got up and heads towards the window. As he opens the window, a small voice greeted him. Tucker scans the area, but he couldn’t see who it was.

“Down here, mister.” the voice said. Tucker looks down to see a small fairy starring back at him. Shocked, he fell backwards as the fairy flies inside.

“It’s okay. You don’t need to be afraid.” the fairy says.

“T-This can’t be real. I must be seeing things.” Tucker says to himself as he slowly gets up.

“I can assure you that I’m real, Tucker.” the fairy replies as she flies over to his work desk.

“How do you know my name?” Tucker asked.

“I’ve been watching you for the past few days and I notice that your tailoring business isn’t doing so well, so I came to help.” the fairy replies.

“How are you going to help me?” Tucker asked.

“I’ll show you.” the fairy replies as she flies over to some of the clothes that Tucker had made. With the wave of her hand, the clothes became more brighter and elegant. Tucker couldn’t believe his eyes as he examined the clothes.

“This is amazing. Thank you, fairy.” he says.

“Please, call me Adeline.” the fairy replies.

“But why are you helping me?” Tucker asked.

“It’s a fairy duty to help those in need.” Adeline replies as she flies towards the window.

“Wait, where are you going?” Tucker asked as he follows her to the window.

“I have to go, but I promise that I’ll be back tomorrow night.” Adeline replies as she flies out of the window and into the night sky.

The next morning, Tucker displays the new clothes that Adeline fixed up. Suddenly, many of his old customers began to return to his store. By the end of the day, Tucker had made more money than he has ever made it the past few months.

That night, Tucker anxiously waited for Adeline to return. He began working on sewing more clothes when he heard the tapping coming from the window again. He immediately heads towards the window to let Adeline in.

Adeline flies in holding a sack that was bigger than her. Seeing how she was was struggling to carry it, Tucker takes the sack and places it on his work desk.

“Thank you, Tucker. I had a hard time bringing that here.” Adeline says as she lands on the work desk.

“It’s the least I can do for you.” Tucker replies as he sits down in his chair.

Adeline walks over to the sack and loosens the rope to release the contents that were inside. Curious, Tucker looks inside to find a variety of berries.

“What are these for?” Tucker asked as he picks up one of the berries.

“There for helping you dye the clothes that you make.” Adeline replies, cheerfully.

“I never thought of using berries as dye.” Tucker says.

“Really, it’s a common technique from all the tailors that I’ve seen in the past few years. Hasn’t anyone shown you this?” Adeline asked. Tucker hangs his head in shame.

“No, I was self taught when I started this business. I used to be the only tailor in this town and I only knew the basic,” Tucker replies. Feeling sorry for him, Adeline flew over to tucker and lifted his head.

“Don’t worry, I can show you those technique.” she says.

“Really?” Tucker asked.

“Of course, but I can only come at night until the end of the month.” Adeline replies.

“Why only a month?” Tucker asked.

“I can’t stay in the human world for a long period of time.” Adeline replies as she flies over to the work desk.

“But can you show me is such a short period of time.” Tucker asked.

“We better get started then.” Adeline replies as she carries a few of the berries.

As the days pass, Adeline began showing Tucker all the ways he can make his clothes look better. Unfortunately, the month was coming to an end and Tucker wasn’t ready to see Adeline go.

On the last night, Adeline came through the window as usual to find Tucker sitting by his work desk with a sad expression on his face.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

After saying that, Tucker immediately snaps out of his gloomy state of mind. “Oh, Adeline. I didn’t hear you coming in.” he says as he stands up.

“You do know that this is the last day, right?” Adeline asked as she lands on the work desk.

“Of course I know. I actually made you made you something.” Tucker replies as he walks over to the closet.

“What is it?” Adeline asked.

“It’s a surprise.” Tucker replies as he walks out of the closet with his hands behind his back. He walks up to Adeline and pulls out his right hand to reveal a small dress.

“You made this for me?” Adeline asked as she take the dress from him.

“I wanted to thank you for everything that you’ve done for me.” Tucker replies.

“I love it. Thank you, Tucker.” Adeline says.

“Why don’t you try it on? I would love to see you wear it.” Tucker says.

“Sure thing.” Adeline replies as she flies behind some of clothes that were hanging. Minutes later, Adeline came out wearing the dress Tucker made for her.

“How do I look?” she asked as she twirls around in the air.

“Lovely.” Tucker replies as he walks closer to her. Without warning, Tucker pulls out a jar and catches Adeline inside it.

“Tucker, what are you doing?” Adeline asked, thinking that this was a joke. Tucker just stayed silent as he tightly screws on the cap. “Okay, you can let me out now.” Adeline went on as she starts to panic.

“Why would I want to do that?” Tucker asked.

“Because I’m your friend!” Adeline replies.

“Of course you are. That’s why I’m keeping you in this jar, so you can’t leave.” Tucker says.

“Why?” Adeline asked.

“Do you know how long it’s been since I had a friend like you. I’ve been working on this business for most of my life and I never was able to make a friend. Now that I have you, I won’t be so lonely anymore.” Tucker replies.

“You can’t do this, Tucker. Now let me out of here!” Adeline says in an angry tone of voice. Tucker ignores her as he places the jar in a safe location.

“Good night, Adeline,” he says as he leaves the room.

“I mean it, Tucker. Let me out of here!” Adeline yells out as she bands on the glass jar.

For the past few days, Tucker was running his business in the morning and talking to Adeline at night. As the night passes. Adeline started to get weaker and weaker.

One day, after closing up the shop for the day, Tucker heads to his workshop to get Adeline, But as he grabs the jar, he notice that Adeline wasn’t looking so well.

“Adeline, are you okay?” he asked. Adeline tries to stand up, but immediately falls to her knees.

“This…is why… I couldn’t…stay in…. the human world.” Adeline replies.

“Please don’t die. There has to be something I can do!” Tucker begs. Adeline slowly points up at the top of the jar before lying back down. Looking down at Adeline’s condition, Tucker knew what he had to do as he slowly twists the jar cap.

THE END

Kitty’s DeviantArt: 

https://www.deviantart.com/animekitty44

 

 

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Not Again: List of Chapters

Not Again is a short story that I wrote back in my Junior year of high school. It isn’t the best, but I just haven’t have the time to go back and edit at it because it really does. Anyway, here is the list of chapters, just so you don’t have to scroll through all of them.

Intro and Chapter 1:
https://katiesblog96971617.com/2018/10/12/my-writing-not-again-intro-chapter-1-short-story/

Chapter 2:
https://katiesblog96971617.com/2018/10/15/my-writing-not-again-chapter-2-short-story/

Chapter 3:
https://katiesblog96971617.com/2018/10/19/my-writing-not-again-short-story-chapter-3/

Chapter 4:
https://katiesblog96971617.com/2018/10/22/my-writing-not-again-short-story-chapter-4/

Chapter 5:
https://katiesblog96971617.com/2018/10/26/my-writing-not-again-short-story-chapter-5/

Chapter 6:
https://katiesblog96971617.com/2018/10/29/my-writing-not-again-short-story-chapter-6/

You can always check out Wattpad for the full book, but I have heard that posting a list of chapters, especially to long books, helped out a lot of you and I find that it was easier to find a chapter you are looking for.

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Not Again – Short Story (Chapter 6)

Not Again Book Cover

*Warning, Mature Content. Read at your own risk.*

If you haven’t read Chapter 5, here is the link!
https://katiesblog96971617.com/2018/10/26/my-writing-not-again-short-story-chapter-5/

 

~Chapter 6~

~Sami’s POV~

I can’t believe I killed her. I can’t believe that I actually did that. I walked back and forth in my room, trying to think of what I had done. Flashbacks of stabbing Alexis’s mother came back into my head. I then started to cry even more. I just killed my other mother.
Alexis’s mother, Beth, was like another mother to me. I couldn’t believe that she was actually gone and is gone because of me. My mother never really cared about me, I was just a money-making machine for her. I used to be in beauty pageants all the time and whatever money that I won, went right to her. That’s why I always went over to Alexis’s, so I could know what it was to be a normal loving family, but I took that away from Alexis.
She deserved it anyway for making out with my boyfriend. I trusted her and I wouldn’t ever do that to her, but why did she do it to me? I then sat down on my bed and opened my computer. I signed into Facebook, and checked my messages. I had a message from David, my ex-boyfriend. What did he want now? I have bigger problems to deal with. He was also the one who sent me that picture of Alexis’s making out with my boyfriend.
He ended up sending another picture to me, It was the same picture, but looked more normal, like it was edited. I then looked at the picture very closely, and saw that the girl in the picture didn’t have a ring on her left hand. Alexis always wore a butterfly ring on her left hand. She never took it off and I remembering her still wearing it before I went into the party.
Alexis didn’t do it! Plus, Alexis was wearing an orange dress and this girl is wearing a white dress. I felt like shit now. I just killed my best friend’s mother for no reason. Oh my god! What the hell do I do now? I can’t go and apologize to her now. That won’t bring her mother back. I’m so stupid! I should’ve believed her from the beginning! I might as well just turn myself in. I deserve it for taking away Beth.
I then went downstairs and saw the police talking to my mother. I then went up to the police and my mother turned around and looked at me. She looked mad. More than just mad, angry.
“What have you done Samantha! You just ruined your whole future! Everything that I have ever planned for you…It’s all gone down the drain!” She yelled. I knew this was coming. She had always planned my future. I was going to be a model. I, personally, don’t want to be a model. I wanted to be a dancer, but my mother had already planned what I was going to do.
“Mom, listen, I didn-” She cut me off. “No, I don’t want to hear it from you.” She then looked back to the police. “Take that brat away!”
The officers handcuffed me and I went into the back seat of the cop car. As soon as they shut my door, I saw Alexis, May, and Nick. All of them staring at me with an evil look. I can’t believe I did this. Why didn’t I just listened to her in the first place? Oh, I remember now, I was too busy yelling at her because I accused her of cheating on my boyfriend. God, I’m so stupid.

That’s the end of this short story. Next Monday, I will be posting another story, but I will let you all vote on my Facebook Page. 

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Not Again – Short Story (Chapter 5)

Not Again Book Cover

*Warning Mature Content. Read at your own risk!*

If you haven’t read Chapter 4, here is the link!
https://katiesblog96971617.com/2018/10/22/my-writing-not-again-short-story-chapter-4/

~Chapter 5~

As soon as I got off the phone with the police, I then called May and Nick. I know May won’t take this very well because she was always a mama girl. Anywhere my mother went, May would follow her.
“May?” I said as I heard her pick up of the other line. I tried to hold my tears back, but I just couldn’t.
“Yeah, are you alright?” she said as I then wiped my tears away. “What’s wrong, honey?” After she called honey, I started to ball my eyes more. My mother would call me honey all the time. “Alexis? What is going on?”
“Just get here. Come home now, please, I need you. Mom needs you.” I cried even more. Just mentioning her name, was getting me even more upset.
“I’m turning on our street now, but why is there a bunch of cops outside our house?!?!” She said as I heard the door opened. I then hung up the phone and looked up to find an officer and paramedics in front of me. I looked back down at my mother and cried.
Then May and Nick rushed into the house as soon as I saw May,she was in tears. May got down on the floor and she took and hugged my mother’s lifeless body in her arms. She then looked up at me and then hugged me.
“Who did this to her?” May spoke after a few minutes of hugged me. I then looked down at the bloody floor and the piece of paper that I threw on the floor. I went over and picked it up and gave it to Nick. He opened it up and read it, then gave it to May.
“I can’t believe she did this. That spoiled brat and of course our mother didn’t fight back! She was weak and sadden by the lost of her husband. She is going to pay for what she did!” May was angry and I was afraid that she might do something that she might regret.
“Let the police take care of it. She’ll get what’s coming to her.” Nick said, helping her up from the floor as the paramedics took my mother away. “Why don’t you go upstairs and take a bath? I’ll be right up there.” May nodded and then went up stairs to go wash herself off.
May is a strong person. Even though our parents are dead, she has been strong. Even when she went through break-ups and the death of her first baby. I never thought May would ever get over that, but she did. She wouldn’t do anything for weeks, until she then moved on from it. I was about to go upstairs, but Nick wanted me to tell the police everything that had happen.
“Do you know where Samantha is living?” One of the officers asked me. I nodded and then told them where she lived. I hope that she get’s what’s coming to her.

This book is also on Wattpad, if you would like to check it out on there, just search my username katieasehl.

Chapter 6 – Sami’s P.O.V:
https://katiesblog96971617.com/2018/10/29/my-writing-not-again-short-story-chapter-6/

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Not Again – Short Story (Chapter 4)

Not Again Book Cover

*Warning: Mature Content. Read at your own risk, especially if you hate reading about blood or murder.*

If you haven’t read Chapter 3, here is the link!
https://katiesblog96971617.com/2018/10/19/my-writing-not-again-short-story-chapter-3/

~Chapter 4: The Second Worst Day Of My Life~

“Mom! May! Nick! Im home.” I shouted and walked into the house. All the lights were off. Maybe they went shopping. I then looked on the fridge and saw the note that May left for me.
Alexis,
Nick and I went out to have dinner. Mom knows where we are and I should be home around 8.
May & Nick

I then turned on the light to find a trail of blood on the kitchen floor. I slowly followed it until I reached a puddle of blood with my mom. Dead. Tears started to come down like a waterfall. I ran to her and cradled her in my arms, hoping that this was all just a dream. I pinched myself, but I wasnt dream. My fathers dead. Now my mother is. Who else will be taken from my life now?
I sat there, holding my mothers lifeless body, and wanted someone to take me too. Take me away from all of this. I want to be with my mother and father. I wanted all the bad karma to go away. I looked down at my mothers body, a knife was still in her heart. She was wearing a sweater with a pocket that was on her left breast. There was something white sticking out of that pocket. I reached out and pulled it from the pocket.
It was a folded piece of paper that was addressed to my name. I unfolded the piece of paper that was written in my best friends handwriting. Well, ex-best friend, but a best friend. As it read:
You made me do this. If you had not made out with my boyfriend,
she would still be breathing, now shes not nor will she ever. You
dont deserve to be happy. I do. Ive been through everything. And
yet, you couldnt help but be slut. I hope you die with your stupid mother.
And yet, she didnt put up much of a fight. Shes weak, just like you.
Stay away from me and my boyfriend.
Sami
I ended up crying even more. My mothers killer was Sami, my former best friend. She hasnt been through shit. She has gotten everything that she has ever wanted in life. Boys, clothes, cars, cellphone, laptops, and even flat screen TVs. She is nothing but a spoiled brat. I first lost my father, now my mother.
I end up crumpling up that paper and tossing it onto the floor. I then grabbed my cellphone and dialed 911.
911, what is your emergency? the 911 operator spoke as I wiped my tears and cleared my throat.
“Theres been a murder at my house. My mother is dead.” I spoke.
“Are you okay? Is anyone else hurt? We are sending help your way.”
“No, Im not hurt. Just hurry.”

If you can’t wait to finish this book, feel free to check it out on Wattpad, just look up katieasehl, not only will you find this work, but others that I have either finished, or I’m currently working on. 

Chapter 5:
https://katiesblog96971617.com/2018/10/26/my-writing-not-again-short-story-chapter-5/

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Not Again – Short Story (Chapter 3)

Not Again Book Cover

If you haven’t read Chapter 2, here is the link!
https://katiesblog96971617.com/2018/10/15/my-writing-not-again-chapter-2-short-story/

*Warning, Mature Content. Read at your own risk!*

~Chapter 3: It Wasn’t Me~

I woke up the next morning with someone pounding on my door. Ugh, what did May want now? I looked over at the clock, 10:15 a.m., I might as well get up anyway. I got up and answered the door. It was Sami at my door and she looked pissed. She slapped me across the face really hard. What the hell was that for?
“You are such a slut!” Sami said as I rubbed my cheek. Boy, did she slap me hard. “You knew how much I loved Ty and then you go ahead and make-out with him in front of me! He was my boyfriend and you had to have him, didn’t you?” I looked up at her, confused, as I was. I left the party to go get food with Chris and then he dropped me back home.
“I left the party, Sami. I bumped into Chris and we went to go get Chinese food. And after that, he dropped me off home.” I said as Sami pulled up her phone. “I didn’t even go inside.” She then she showed me a picture of a girl, who was wearing the same dress that I was, that night, making-out with Ty.
“You ‘left’ the party alright.” Sami said as she was getting sarcastic. “You are going to pay for this.” She said and then slapped me one more time and left.
I left the party when Chris did. I know that wasn’t me. I would never do that to anyone, especially to Sami, but to be honest, she kinda did deserve it. I mean, I was her only real friend who cared about her. Now she was on her own, I guess.
I then got dressed and walked downstairs to find my mother sitting in her chair reading a book. She looked up from her book and smiled at me. I returned the smile.
“Hey, mom?” I said as she placed her book down and had her attention at me. “Is it okay, if I go to the library to study with Chris?” I asked.
“Of course you can. Just be home before dinner and please make sure you get home safe and sound.” She replied as I grabbed my backpack and my car keys.
“Don’t worry, I will. I’ll be back for dinner.” I said opening the door. My mother then went back to her book and continue to read. I’m glad that she is doing better today. I then left my house, excited to meet Chris at the library. I’m so glad things are changing, hopefully for the better.

If you can’t wait til the next chapter comes out, feel free to check it out on Wattpad, just search my username, katieasehl, not only will you find this book and others that are either finished or I’m currently working on.

Chapter 4:
https://katiesblog96971617.com/2018/10/22/my-writing-not-again-short-story-chapter-4/

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Not Again – Chapter 2 (Short Story)

Not Again Book Cover

If you haven’t read the intro or Chapter 1, here is the link!
https://katiesblog96971617.com/2018/10/12/my-writing-not-again-intro-chapter-1-short-story/

*Warning: Mature Content. Read at your own risk!*

~Chapter 2: Best Night Of My Life~

Tonight was Hannah’s party and I was already nervous because I’m going to tell Chris how I feel tonight. Sami was already on board with the idea, but then again, when she goes to any party, she always wants to dance and have a good time.
I was waiting outside for Sami to come and pick me up when she pulled up into the driveway. I got in and she drove us to the party while listening to Rihanna, on the way there. My stomach was already turning. Ugh, why was I so nervous? I felt like I was going to throw up, but it was too late to back out now, we had just got to Hannah’s house.
“Do I have to go?” I asked as we stepped out of the car. “I’m feeling sick, please take me home.” Clearly, Sami was ignoring me because she was making sure that her hair make-up was okay. Then she looked up at me.
“You’re fine and you aren’t leaving until I want to go. And that will give you enough time to talk to Chris.” She said. I just wanted to leave. I can talk to Chris later. As soon as Sami walked inside and into the party, I started to turn around and walk home when I bumped into something.
“Oh, I’m sorry Alexis. I didn’t see you there.” As I heard a familiar voice, it was Chris. I looked up to see his hand reaching down to help me up. The butterflies were fluttering like crazy inside my stomach.
“Chris, I was actually just leaving.” I spoke as he helped me stand on my feet. We both stared at each other’s eyes. Like there was a real connection.
“It’s a shame that you aren’t staying, but then again, the only reason I did come, is because of you.” Chris smiled as I could feel my cheeks blushing. Did he just say what I think he just said?
“R-really?” As I said and looked at him in surprise.
“Yes, really.” He smiled once more. “Do you want to go get some Chinese food? My treat.” Chris knew that I loved to eat Chinese food all the time, if I could. I smiled and nodded my head. Hoping that tonight would be the best night of my life.

If you can’t wait until the next chapter, check it out on Wattpad! Just search my username, katieasehl, and not only will you find this book, but other’s that are finished or I’m currently working on. 

Chapter 3:
https://katiesblog96971617.com/2018/10/19/my-writing-not-again-short-story-chapter-3/

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Not Again – Intro & Chapter 1 (Short Story)

Not Again Book Cover

Hey dearies! Here is my next book! I just wanted to give you guys a heads up that this is a short story that I wrote back in high school for one of my assignments. I’m surprised that my English teacher didn’t think I was nuts, but since it has sort of a ‘murder’ theme, I figured this is the perfect time to show it! 

It is a short story and I haven’t had any time to edit at it, so I am sorry if they’re are errors. This is just to hold you guys off until I can get Unclear 2, at least, half-way done. This is a short story, so the chapters will be very short. 

*Warning: Mature Content is advised! Read at your own risk!

~Intro~

It had been a year, since I lost my father. My mother was very upset when he died. He was her true love, her missing puzzle piece, and not to forget, her best friend. Ever since he died, my mother has changed. She started to work from home, not going out anywhere unless I begged her to go grocery shopping. She stopped talking to her friends, and just became a loner.
My older sister, May, and her husband, Nick, moved in because she knew that our mother needed to be safe and with her daughters by her side. Little did we know that she was going to be left from this world into another, until it did happen.

~Chapter 1: Before The Party~

~2 weeks before~
“Honestly, I really don’t want to go to Hannah’s party this weekend.” I told as Sami rolled her eyes. “I’m really not for parties anymore.”
“You need to stop hiding in the dark and have some fun in life! Just because today is the anniversary of his death, doesn’t mean you need to avoid big opportunities in life.” She said as she sat down at my desk, then taking out her phone and playing Angry Birds.
Sami love Angry Birds, she told me that’s how she calms down, when she sees people who she just wants to knock out. Plus she is very good, considering that she is failing Geometry for the 2nd year in a row.
“I know, but it all happened so fast…The cancer that we didn’t know about…” I spoke softly, hold the picture of me and my dad, when I was little. I can still remember that day by heart.
“Let’s not talk about this anymore.” Sami said as I could see she looked very annoyed with me. Goddamn, if I could smack her, I would. “How about we pick out an outfit that Chris will die for!”
Chris was my best friend as well. I’ve known him longer than Sami, but I shared my little secret that really liked him, more than friends. Since I told Sami that, she has been making fun of me for being scared to tell him that I love him. Nevermind that, I can’t even ask him out on a date, let alone tell him that I have major feeling for the guy.
“No, I really don’t want to go, Sami. And besides, he’ll never like me.” I said as I hid my face in my pillow. As if he would understand how I feel.
“You are not going to sit here and be a sour puss. You are coming to that party, whether you like it or not! I will drag you out by your hair if I have to!” Sami said as she was searching through my closet and then stop to pull out a orange summer dress. “You are going to wear this and you are going to look fabulous!”

If you want to check out the finished story, check it out on Wattpad! Just search my username, katieasehl, and not only will you find this work, but other’s I have either finished or I’m currently working on. 

Chapter 2 – Best Night Of My Life:
https://katiesblog96971617.com/2018/10/15/my-writing-not-again-chapter-2-short-story/