came a creeping *

bird sings wary

wind blows quiet

anticipation rising

night air

from the sea

born the fog

come rolling

oÕer the town

damp air

down the alley

came a creeping

a creep named Erwin

sneaking

breathing hard

lungs constricted

with

fear air

erwin angered

by her ignorance

could bear her dullness

no more

scarce air

he strangled her

lifted her

and dangled her

threw her down

with a thud

nary a sound

devoid of blood

stale air

got to run

someone saw him

round the corner

sweating bad

eyes all over

didnÕt see a gun

as panic 

fills the air

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shiver

We just arrived home from Eliose’s funeral. She was quite the girl. You would not have guessed it. There was a smattering of handsome strangers, mostly well dressed. There were flowers from eleven different gentlemen. There was a Robert, a Ben, a Marshall, an Alex...a couple of Mikes, some other guys named “joe”...and someone who calls himself “Mr Shivers”. ­Well,­ that one sent a ripple through the room. And who knows? Mr. Shivers might have been any man sitting amongst us. Imagine the thrill! 
 HA!

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